Wednesday, 21st of February 2024
23:23
52 degrees, 5 minutes, 51 seconds North;
5 degrees, 6 minutes, 19 seconds East.
The night has settled.
The sky is clear.
The city is quiet.
Mind flows through fingers.
I am here. And, now, you are here as well, but on the other side.
And while we are far away from each other, I hope distance will bring us closer.
And as you continue to read, I welcome you in the in-between.
What is the last dream you had that you can remember? Is there a dream you can never forget?
For 3 years, I had a recurring dream.
There was a house with the entrance on the back. A spiral staircase would lead to a massive old wooden door. Sometimes, it would open by itself. Other times, specific people would welcome me inside. Only on certain occasions I would open it myself. Once the way would be revealed, before me, there was always a very long, red corridor.
Transitioning is always about taking the time and observing the movement; afterward, it is about noticing how you become it, how it transforms you.
When I would least expect it, there was the door to the other side. From there, I could travel anywhere.
After a while something changed. I was left only with its memory.
For the second time, in the past 5 years, I decided to move away from the familiar, and root elsewhere. Little did I know back then, how much the spaces that we are in shape us. They offer a glimpse into ourselves.
During the time I was beginning again, I would frequently close my eyes, and after a while, an endless underground tunnel would appear behind my eyelids.
In the far distance, a light.
Try as I might to reach it, it turned out to be impossible. The path would curve every time, forming a spiral.
"Maybe you should stay more in the liminal", said Henny Dörr during a research presentation.
And I did.
Once the metaphor of this space was consciously and subconsciously embodied, I came closer to understanding the grounds of this (re)search:
encountering spaces, facing oneself, and meeting the other.