It all starts with a dream.
In it, I enter a prison.
There’s a few people here, but I don’t pay much attention to them. Instead, I go to a white room, and discuss with an inmate there.
“I’m trapped in here,” he says, “because I can’t control my pulsions.”
Then I wake up, but the dream continues…
I. Soft Wake Up
II. 5 hours in Paris
III. The Dharma Bum
VI. A “virgin” has arrived
V. What I Learned from the Burners
Together we all brought the place back to its original state, and then it was time for farewell hugs.
I came back in a car, as I was hoping, planned last minute. As I’m writing this, it feels like some important chapter of my life just ended.
“The search.”
I’m ready now. Whatever comes.
“What’s the name of this story of your future you told me?” Maria, the story doctor, asked me.
“The final climb.”
As I get back home, the pictures of my childhood are suddenly there, waiting for me, reflecting change within.
When I came back from Japan, I moved in a new house. It was a bit empty, but not anymore. How fitting.