the dream
I walk towards the Dream of a Perfect World… a barrier.. the word and concept of perfect?
“perfect world”
in a perfect world the word “perfect” doesn’t exist.
And everyone can remember things
everyone always remembers what the point is
Human body’s don’t exist * but they do.. says the wiser one
to imagine a perfect world as a human is to expect all the pain and suffering with it . To accept anything that happens while in a body that generates and tears apart, whose dna mixes in with everyone who has ever spent a short time in this atmosphere - what is the role of an ego, when can the ego let go, when can it let go, I know it can’t be completely held onto by a body alone… this is my feeling… to be investigated more…, is the ego like vitamins?
We inhale our dead and we walk over their bones, millions of years of skeletons from the sea, oceans, basins, channels form our beautiful white chalk cliffs, we use the bones of our ancestors to write mathematical equations… with their bones we became more connected to them, channelled… the living we could find out how we are connected to the dead. In a perfect world the living humans would know how much information there is to be gained from our ancestors from our living and non living ancestors from the rocks, in a perfect world there would be no superior
I walked over the cliffs countless times and never realized the unknowable amount of skeletons there… that have stuck to me white and muddy around my boots and sneakers the unknowable amount between my fingers and in my lungs
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THE DREAM CLEVER HAD WHILE STAYING IN PRESIDENTS HOUSE
Outside of the mansion it was twilight. blues of all shades veiled the snowy peaks and faces of the mountain beside her. she could see deer and stags scattered throughout the mountain range, they all turned to look at her. she could see on the other side of the castle a massive door opening, though it looked so small where she was standing. a yellow light shined brightly against the night and in the doorway a silhouette of Ai Weiwei and a another person, i didn’t know who the other person was, but I for sure knew that was Ai Weiwei. I was so intrigued that Ai Weiwei was standing there I almost didn’t notice that the deer were actually staring at me… they seem much bigger than normal deer and stag too… the door in the distance, which I know is massive seems small… and these deer are the same distance and seem quiet large, actually that would make them giant… i’ve never seen giant deer before. i’m a bit uneasy now, they are so beautiful. my breathe stops, i feel like holding it in, it feels like i’m at a point, to exhale, into what?
