Where are you, where are you, my Friend… Beyond the the seas and mountains, endless woods and many layers of snow. Beyond the pale, as it were, somewhere far away you are
How far you are and how closer do you appear, like a specter or a little sadness
Here you are, I see you clearly. Without a doubt, you are here, seated and ready for a spectacle. Wat will you watch? Wat will make you laugh and smile? Looking through the glass I see you, seated, ready to enjoy the moment. Somewhere, someplace, and some venue, some mundane endeavor, like watching a trained dolphin in an aquarium to jump through hoops
Sitting in a chair, I, with the crystal ball can see it all. Alas, I turn off the magic thing. In my imagination I have it better, much better, and dolphins have horns and whales are flying. The whole aquarium breakes up and invades the country, flying over us with their swimming plasticity like many blimps and birds and fish that now can fly. The sky is then the ocean and we are plankton, pinned down to the bottom of the new sea. Wat can we do but only look at it and imagine swimming or flying with them, like them, in petfect harmony. Alas, the waterborn are now the airborn and they dictate the rules. They don't want us to fly with them, through their own force they've liberated themselves from the prison dat we made them endure and now the bottom of the big ocean that is now the air, is our cage. And we are just tiny little humans for fish to laugh at
I stop imagining for a moment to look at the hourglass. And it is seeping and seeping, but never quite stop seeping. Through this hourglass I can see the another world, a much darker world than this. Where life is nothing more but a sick joke, where no one believes even a prayer to do better
In such a world that I see, the ruins. Like in many stories the old castle that has been attacked by a many cannons, such a world is where every town is like dat or worse. Where living in ruins is a privilege and all others live in worse accommodations
Before I tell you the wild imagination that I had pictured, remember the fields. The vast fields of everything and anything. The forests with animals in it, and the cities with people in it, undisturbed like an ant nest. The full of life fields, extending everywhere on the globe in every direction. In the violence of war and tranquility of peace, life was because the living cared about living
And in ruins, n
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