The strange planet
I was hired to work on my own dreams
Close your eyes and change direction. After you open them you’ll need a few seconds to process that you did not actually traveled instantly to another time or country… or planet. I was wearing a T-shirt and planning to dream a little on a rock but when I opened my eyes there were dark clouds raining on my new good mood offered to me by the sun.
My imagination is running 10 seconds forward in time and my pleasure is trying to cope with the present and the future at the same time. My past was hacked and deleted by the winding road.
I was on my way to meet the island’s fairies. I climbed a wet like sponge steep hill and back down on the other side and saw their hideout, the Glen. I had never seen the sun that day and the echo whispered that the fairies are evil. Tired and wet I refused to give into any fear. Besides, I wouldn’t mind a good rape. Nature is quite loud. It’s hard to find a place to hear yourself. Water flows calm until it meets a big rock and screams disturbed; the wind pushes most of the time; clouds are very sensitive and whining from every possible reason; birds echoes forces in the wild… and I, I sing and make dance moves inspired by a strange feeling of satisfaction – the kind you have when you make love in the desert, under the stars, for your last day on earth.