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tisdag 20 september 2011
21:20
I still think the most essential part of this show was when the floor beneath me cracked open and I fell helplessly down with the speed of light. Halfway through I remember myself relizing it wasn't that bad, falling. Not that bad at all. For sooner or later (I thought to myself) I'll reach a bottom of some kind, and the fall itself will be over. Or then I won't reach any bottom ever, and in that case this wouldn't be a fall at all, but a journey..Travelling by floating or flying. And if this hole is bottomless it might not be a hole at all, but a tunnel. And this tunnel will lead me somewhere 'cause that's what tunnels do. Somewhere safe or somewhere scary, somewhere new or somewhere known, but It won't lead me backwards 'cause then I won't follow. That was my last thought at that time, before blurryness consisting of questionmarks surrounded me, providing me shelter to change shape in peace.
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reminds me of alice falling down the rabbit-hole : )
SvaraRadera: ) now that you mentioned it..I can see the similarity
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