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I was driving very carefully. avoiding all fragile structures of existence. observing the most insignificant of phenomena. exploring. preserving life in all its forms.
And here I am, driving slowly, braking in a sharp bend, passing under a tree with a thick crown. my course - to slip under one of its luxurious branches. suddenly this branch, which at first glance seemed absolutely safe, mercilessly struck me on the top of my head, not caressing me. I'm already running to the corner of the neighbouring building, my eyes instinctively closing because of the leaves on my face. One more metre ... and I'm in a wheelchair. But some force, something or someone inside me makes me open my eyelids .... I managed to stop on the brink of death. The steering wheel passed the edge of the wall. Taking a deep breath and smelling the sun-dried stone, I realised once again that there is no me, no time, no life, no death.
I am just one of the rushing currents of energy. And my story has already been written.
After a bright, optimistic breakfast, I'm allowed to touch borders again. quietly, quietly I creep into the thicket. and it's a stringy, modular, bold sound. I have to. to say: 'thank you'. not many people have been able to dive like this, to stay in the world and outside of it at the same time.