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Sometimes, things come into my perceptual field, like being under water, turning my head a different direction and noticing it. And I can't quite make it out. I don't know what to make of it. Sometimes, I still look at it for just a while, turning it in my virtual hand the way I do with a rubrik' s cube. Not ever being able to figure it out. And by now having come to understand that any twists and turns still leave me..empty handed. If there was a point, it was lost on me. So I notice these things, seeking my attention in different ways, and all that comes to mind is that rubik's cube in my hand. I don't know what to make of it. I acknowledge its existence but I leave it alone. In the same way I encounter people and there is something about them I can't quite put my finger on. I simply stay away, keeping my distance. Eventually, whatever I couldn't put my finger on, surfaces into tangible form, showing me I had good reason to refrain..myself. I have run aground plenty before. I prefer to remain unmoored. It is the winds of change that carry me. I don't require more to experience who I am. ~•~•~•~• a beautiful milieu https://youtu.be/QudGgkGyKrQ Image Christoph Hessel https://www.instagram.com/christoph.hessel/