A shift of focus
Tonight, I toss and turn.
A stranger here, sleep has deserted me.
In the basement, the light of day greets me and binds us.
I think of Travel, of my newfound freedom.
I open my eyes.
I stop a second, my head is spinning.
My hand places itself on the banister.
Come to my sense, or dream a little more.
On the wall, the scenery goes by,
blue, everything is blue,
end of day mist.
A smell, distant music,
murmurs, not muffled.
On the ground words are scattered.
In the corridors, I get lost.
I sea shorelines and sleeping beings.
In the room, I lie down on the bed.
On the ceiling, people from another century watch me.
I close my eyes.
I wake up.
« Since quite some time already my girlfriend and me live a long distance relationship. My love and I don’t meet for long and everytime when we do it’s not for long.
Often we meet in a city somewhere halfway between our regular lives. A city that we both don’t know and that we will never get to know, because we meet there just to see each other and nothing else.
We enter our hotel room on Friday evening as Adam and Eve entered paradise. This will be our paradise for 48 hours. A paradise that is doomed to fail. A paradise that shows its caducity the morning we realize that it is leaving day already again. But that is the only way paradise can exist – as a moment in time. A paradise on earth needs the element of a nearing end, otherwise it would become banal. Because it is the pain of separation that makes us realize how happy we are to be able to be together. »