There are other worlds included in this, barely superimposed, apparently coincidental. There is a ride along the dry mud paths, cicadas singing on the sides of the road and a summer attitude included in the bundle on the back seat. I am tempted to look from time to time to the rearview mirror, to look at the left behind, to stare the stranger traveling behind me as if would be absolutely necessary. I don’t mind about the goods shortage at destination, that is what I am getting prepared for along the irregular track. May I stop for a snap shot? The last time I did it I got stung by the nettles, I wasn’t aware of the risks involved with having too much innocence. The attributes given are a blessing in this dimension but sometimes it may be hard to deal with them in the cruel blind world. I only get distracted for a second, then retaking my motion, directed towards the same direction as those spikes on that hillock, the pilgrimage goes on. I have been to the green prairies and the swamps, to the volcano’s lava river and the quick sands, carrying myself as rotating tin device that gets pushed the same time turns rusty by the exposure to the elements. No complaints, just chronicling, it is all a lesson, a chance to swallow and learn, getting a thick although soft skin. Sliding sustained by two wheels, immersed in a unique substance, the one that is here but you cannot see. A reality inside of reality, which one should you pick? B_Nour
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