In the middle of all this entire transformation about our existence and beliefs, the mundane things around our common days take a higher importance, the way those simple unappreciated actions and the way untold observations get louder and stronger than ever before, the way we use what we have on hands, the way we try to couple with paths that were missed before, the form our steps are taking and how life’s transformation is getting in place on a simpler way than the imagined before. No matter how hard and difficult this phase may look, we can always find comfort on common things and actions around our normal life. The way we use perspective is a solid path to keep our minds alive, to remember that we shouldn’t be pushing ourselves to the extreme but to carry on our emotions into single and small situations that may help us to feel safe and sound. To find motion in simple details.

Day 122.

We are also made by those simple and unnoticed observations, commonly unappreciated.

“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”

— Patrick Modiano

Wouldn’t mind.

This thing has been with me for the last two years. On days like these it feels greater than anything.

About all changes we are facing up, all those transformations for the ones we were not ready yet, accelerating the way we get used to new paths and matters, the way this isolated time of history has reached out our most internal veins and has forced us to embrace us from our deepest roots again, returning to forgotten perspectives and appreciations that were silenced for a while, returning to what each of us knows to do, on the most innate and unpredictable possible way. Making banal things look everything but basic, returning the importance to the things that are able to exalt our senses. We were lost in our own path, we were found at our own race. The motion prevails to the reason. Emotions increase the motion.

Raw non sense words.

For those intrinsic ways our mind can find to fly away, to expand the space and get that breath. La mer dans ma chambre.

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Claim your memories as safety path when turbulence of life blur your mind.

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Odd week.

Lots of open items.

Agenda conflicts.

Time pressure.

Different perspective.

Mind getting away.

Last time resolutions.

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Mentally trying to get away.

For all those silenced memories residing in our deepest places.

getaways //

¿Y si todo ha sido un sueño?

“Quand on aime vraiment quelqu’un, il faut accepter sa part de mystère... et c’est pour ça qu’on l’aime...”

— Patrick Modiano

Another trip around the sun. And I’m thankful for all the chances, for all the people around me. For all the past and all those memories. For all the untold stories, for all the nonsense experiences. For all the motion. For this life.

“In the end, we forget the details of our lives that embarrass us or are too painful. We just lie back and allow ourselves to float along calmly over the deep waters, with our eyes closed.”

— Patrick Modiano

We experience our past without knowing we were also creating our future. We made memories without a conscious path about our own coming expectations. We were raising empires for the eternity without even knowing the implications. We built cities made of memories. We created our own placebo.

“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”

— Patrick Modiano

Where all the dreams reside after the night, where all the darkness of those early hours travel to while the light of the coming hours cover over our seeing, where all of our hopes wait for our attention and our willingness for actions. That invisible place filled by seas of unclear visions. Awaiting for us to come over and start the day over again. That feeling of nonsense relation. Those voices holding on silence. The untold visionary world.

To feel

and remember.

Deeply.

Current landscapes holding my hope for a better tomorrow.

“What a peculiar path I’ve had to take in order to reach you.”

— Patrick Modiano

“You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.”

— Patrick Modiano

Even the tiny and quietest memory may offer a whole sea of peace. If it’s true that future counts, the past should be counted as double, we are wherever we are because the past we lived, we expect whatever we expect because the experience we had in the past. Undervaluation of our own very past has been only the path we walk to commit new mistakes, we should have been educated about this when we were children. We should have been advised by the old generations about all of this. We shouldn’t have been raised as a weak generation protected by avoiding the past, lack of knowledge only carries lack of opportunities. Valuable paths are in our own hands.

Ephemeral worlds carrying our untold words on, letting our deepest emotions to come up, facts rooted on invisible layers, residing in between us, absorbing, letting us to experience, discovering worlds that are still unknown. Unborn realities.

Raw words, without sense.

“I believe that by time I had already realized that no one really answers the questions.”

— Patrick Modiano

The more I think the more I know nothing about. And that’s an amazing step. All is about the perspective and how this may be counted in our own path.