The Experience

Yesterday I was at home, sitting in my pajamas on an old red seat, drinking tea, while my feet was covered in golden coverlet.

As my mind began to imagine the stories like that of Maurice Sendak, I quickly covered my head with the same golden coverlet and felt a sense of relieve.

It felt a little unusual, since I hadn’t felt this cosy feeling in many months, if not years. Only then, I began question my emotions and how my inner life was connected to the outer world, clearing away my wild fantasies…

I could almost hear Stephen Hawking telling me: WHERE/DO/ WE/ COME/FROM and WHY/ARE/WE/HERE. I realized I hadn’t answers to these questions.

Then suddenly silence kicked in, I threw away my coverlet and started listening to Rachmaninoff… A strange thanksgiving night, I’ve experienced.

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