seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from France
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Thailand
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Canada

seen from Germany
seen from India

seen from Brazil

seen from United States
the noise fades,
the distractions disappear,
and suddenly every thought you have been avoiding
finds its way back to you.
“oh my clematis” still echoes softly through the stage
even as everything begins to come apart.
the smile remains for a moment longer,
their eyes still find each other beneath the lights
as though the world has not already chosen
what it intends to destroy.
p.s. watching Alien Stage for the first time feels like accidentally discovering a masterpiece you were never emotionally prepared for.
perhaps holiness was invented
for moments like these—
when the world becomes too strange
to endure without believing
someone, somewhere,
still has power over it.
for faith becomes far easier
when one is frightened enough.
and perhaps devotion is simply
trying desperately to believe
the world is still governed
by something merciful.
it may well be that you are not him.
I have known it, in quieter hours.
and yet—
you remain,
and that has proven kinder
than truth ever was.
nothing feels different.
you wake up, you move, you follow the same steps—
just a small sense
that you’ve done this before
in a way you don’t remember choosing.