One evening I decided I wanted to just take a little evening trip
On the skis alone while my friends did the dinner
There was this trail that went through the forrest
Up just above the tree line
I guess it took like 45 minutes
I remember the first few kilometers
There was lights by the trails to lid up the trails
But suddenly there was just no lights
There was just the dusk
And I remember the silhouets of these dark trees
All around me and the snow was very bright and
I just remember this rhythm of the skis over the snow
And suddenly I was just above the tree lines
So there was nothing in the horizon
Just the dusk and the snow
And I just remember when I stopped
I stopped the skis to take a pause
And it was almost like there was no ambient sound
There’s no sound, there’s no smell and there’s no colours
*
You walk out on this wooden structure, I guess
I wouldn’t say it is a bridge but it kind of is
You walk actually where it is still
Out
But when you’re approaching it, at first it is so still
You don’t even think there’s anything
Ahead of you that could be as big as that
But then you start to hear it.
And you can’t tell how big it is going to be
Because you haven’t seen it yet
You become very alone in a way because
It is so powerful
And now when I think about it
I imagine it being almost a cleaning out all of your thoughts or
Refreshing your brain
*
It’s very sharp, it is very shrill
Like a metallic feeling
It feels like a sharpness in the roots of my teeth
I guess it is very much on the inside of my head
In that way connected to my jaw and connected to my skull
I guess I would imagine it like aluminum
Like if you’re ever a little kid and accidentally chew on aluminium foil
It feels like that
But it is like a constant feeling feeling of very sharp, like electric
Like electricity flowing through metal
I guess it is bluish silver, I don’t know if it looks like anything
It almost tastes like,
A little bit like blood or something like
If you cut yourself and if you try to clean away the blood
It tastes a little bit like that, it kind of feels like that but more harsh
Its right at the back center of your head
A very sharp flavour, it is really high
I feel like it almost prevents me to thinking of things
Because sometimes it gets to be so overwhelmingly loud that
It blocks out whatever else I might be thinking of
*
I sense an enormous space behind me
Across the back of my head but at a great distance
Something like a horizon
As if one was able to see the curvature of the planet that we’re standing on
Or something perhaps not curved but like a distant line on a flat sea
When it meets the sky and you can see this horizon
And it has a kind of quality which is thin
It could almost be like a ring around the planet
The thin line is there but it is imbedded in this haze or shimmer
The valley
The whole world in the is dark
And obviously probably reflects in some sense what I imagine the inside of my head looks like
I think it is not particularly hot or cold the temperature
And there are obviously some darker trees
which makes sort of blackness against the not quite blackness of the sky
It is close but it is also far
It seems to obscure the vision
And obscure the feeling of somehow being able to fly or
It really brings you down to earth in a very rough way
*
There’s a little bit of a round pace to it
Like this situation
An area
And it is definitely cold
And it is definitely glittery or something it’s like this.
There is so many pieces that you can’t distinguish one piece from another in it
It feels silver color, sharp in a way
Metal, metallic
Ice cold metal from a freezer
It’s very
If that one was amplified up
It would be very unpleasant
If you would look at a steel tube, at its cross section, not from the long side of the tube,
You would look at it straight on at the cross section,looking through the tube,
But you would look at the edge of that cross section, let’s say it’s about a couple of millimetres thick
If your eye follows that edge and then you see all these little crystals
Going around the edge of that tube
Do you know what i mean
And if you touch it you would get stuck
It’s that sort of cold metal that almost, that you almost wanna
You wouldn’t really want to touch it
*
Lo llevaré a un sitio silencioso y muy resonante
En donde realmente no importa que tanto silencio que haya
Siempre se puede escuchar una mezcla de sonidos que lleven de la calle el exterior
Sonidos que producen los materiales como madera
Que gracias al espacio tus amplifican y forman un ambiente
Si tuviera comparar lo con algo físico
Era como si tuviera metida la cabeza adentro campana
y alguien le pegar esta campana por fuera
Y ese sonido sus tenido que viene después del golpe inicial
Seguía constante en mi cabeza
Es un poco difícil pero es como si estuviera el centro de mi celebro
A veces
Obviamente se siente mas que todo en los oídos
Pero es también adentro de
Como resonando entre la cabeza por todos partes
*
I think I was about five or something I woke up
Still in the dream by the sound
What is that sound
I walked out of my bedroom
And I walked out to the kitchen window
which faced the road outside
And there were these creatures
They weren’t human, they were more like
Very muscular I think brown coloured creatures
And they had these large wooden,
You can use to club down things with them, huge
They were oversized
And they used them to sort of jump with
They would paddle with them on to the ground
And then they would jump almost like use them to jump
And they were many,
There were maybe twenty
And each time they were using those big things to jump
They were moving in a very unnatural way, tumbling
They got stronger and stronger, the closer they came
Their bodies were of a kind or of a density that
They treated air
The moved through air
As if the air was thicker with them in it
They were pushing away the way with their huge bodies
They were really lumpy and bulky and
And they were slower maybe as if they were on the moon
It didn’t seem that if they were moving as fast as human would
The whole movement of them jumping over their own sticks was
Sort of friction in the air
*
My perception increases with quiet environments
Like the country side
It’s like a clamp on my fucking head
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