ON DREAMS /
In my dreams I dream of another me.
A distorted version of my own self surrounded by an uncanny space.
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The objects are enlivened, where's my very own self is absorbed by the ongoing whirlpool of my thoughts, that are dancing spasmodically around me.
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My thoughts are morphing the space to welcome a disparate world to the one we live in.
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But which world is real?
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Is it an optical illusion occurring behind our closed eyelets or a mirage taking place in front of our wide oped eyes?
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Our dreams circling near us.
Our dreams circling around us.
Our dreams circling within us.
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Our dreams are real; we are lost inside them.
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DITTO /
What is that noise in your eyes?
What do you hear when you stare at the mirror?
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Do you recognise that face?
Do you enjoy self gatherings in limited spaces?
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Look around you. You are surrounded by your very own self.
Does it feel quizzical discussing with your various personalities?
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Isn’t it bizarre to get to know yourself better?
Did you ever had the chance to get to know yourself?
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Do you still feel alone?
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What you see is not just an idol in the mirror. It is not a simultaneous repetition of your face expressions and body movements. Look closely and you will see your own significant life experiences that you haven’t got the time to reflect upon; perhaps not until now.
MUTED SILENCE /
Reflections on a glass.
Muted pictures of an opposite world.
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Endless repetitions break the limits of existence.
Manipulated acts of a parallel reality in silence.
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Taking a pause to observe.
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It is a mirage behind a plastic glass.
It is fake but so real.
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It is the side you choose; in silence.
PARALLEL VIEWS /
Picture me. Put my life in a frame and see what happens.
I cannot cross the lines I am surrounded by.
Though, I’m dying to break the rules. I will probably die if I do...
Watching out your digital window makes life less tedious. Do you agree?
Just change the view. Be wherever you like. Be whoever you want.
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Watch me on your digital frame. I am here. I follow you everywhere.
I am your adulthood’s imaginary friend in real life.
Have you missed me? When was the last time we danced together?
I’ve lost the sense of time.
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Share with me your recent experiences.
You seem to travel a lot inside your head.
How does your world sound?
But, tell me something; Had you ever danced this way before?