Airless space it seems, and yet it breathes softly, gently. A light breeze penetrates but does not disturb the emptiness. Bringing with it stories from a seemingly different dimension, I listen.
The scent of a world spreads out, in which everything revolves around itself, turns and spins, and dizziness. The impression is strong and the dizziness grows more powerful, pulling in its wake. The emptiness blurs before the eyes and begins to fragment and form shapes, suddenly disappearing to reappear in a different composition. They play up big, and gravity makes perception sluggish and forgetful. Like sticky glue does the maelstrom feel, gravity strengthens and gives more form. Appearances so diverse, adorable, repulsive, livable, lovable, destructive, hateful, indifferent, dramatic, unimpressive, friendly, immeasurable. It’s like a rush, sometimes dipping here, sometimes there.
The airless space is long gone from the mind, gravity acts strongly and ties. Forgotten the ease of shape-shifting, it appears merely boundary upon boundary. At the borders, friction, they want to hold the space. And yet, expand.
Thus, in the framework the forbidden appears, it wants to seduce, to lure to the boundary. And beyond. Seduce to dive in and to lose oneself in it.
And her promise is death.
