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Sometimes the hidden has not disappeared, it is just momentarily removed from our vision.

[lakrok-goesoff]

For here

I am sitting in a tin can

Far above the world

Planet Earth is blue

And there’s nothing I can do.

[lakrok-goesoff]

Every time I try to show you what it looks like here, but I’m struck by all the gaps I find. Not just between one day and the next, or one week and another, but between all these milliseconds of time I cannot gain back anymore. For instance I found things that my camera sees but that I don’t see. And when I filmed the fluorescent yellow pineapple it appeared to have lost it’s luminosity. The spaces are too slim even for a wide angle lens. I went into the garden to record the sound but the sound of the wind on the camera dampened their noise. I collected ships of longing and belonging but then then they sunk in the middle of the day, together with my camera.

[lakrok-goesoff]

Travel can be a necessity or it can be a luxury; one would say the first is migration and the second is tourism. Those are two extremes, however it illustrates a point, that in a globalised world; whilst in theory we don’t need to travel much since everything is a click away, actually, in actual fact it fires an insatiable desire to experience more. Yet, we’re not the only ones to travel; animals, objects, nature, and all the molecules and atoms that make up the world are constantly interchanging as we live.

[lakrok-goesoff]

Paradise is a place where I can persue my dreams. I imagine a world where this dreams come true im the most tangible and feasable way. I imagine a world where my dreams are real and live around us like every other natural or in fact supernatural being. I imagine a world where I name my dreams after my deepest wishes, inspirations and ambitions. In this dreams I can make the beauty of the possible visible.

[lakrok-goesoff]

There exists somewhere something called reality. We are all looking for it in our waking, daily lives. It has nothing to do with how we are online, or asleep, or daydreaming, even simply thinking for that matter. It has nothing to do just with me, or you, or even the social structures around us. It is the opposite of fiction supposedly; it’s not just fact either. It is independent, it is not false, it is recurrent yet unpredictable and concerns everything around us. Most importantly it has always been that way. I sometimes think I have come across it, through observation and perception, but as I keep reminding myself, it’s not about me, so for now I’m still looking for it.

[lakrok-goesoff]

Finally all thoughts have disappeared under the big fog of expectations...

[lakrok-goesoff]

Thoughts, shy, they flit into the future, in tight tension between body and space were apparent galaxies and yet they only linger there for a while. As they leave the nutshell they recharge their batteries, first a little gap, then a jump and then they are back in the now.