The Shared Room
I finally reach that place. ...
I finally reach that place. ...
I made some way through the previous exercises. I am here: ...
I have the three slaps, and I know for a fact that nobody can make me move. ...
Through the three slaps exercise, I discovered that I have full control over my hand. ...
Through the three slaps exercise, I am suspicious now. ...
I want to serve something that has been cooking for a while already. It has no taste when chewed, yet it is finger-licking once truly digested. ...
I am sitting in a corner. I had never sat here before. It’s in my living room. This corner was almost always empty. ...
Where am I? What am I looking at? ...
You are not my father. I am not your child. You are my child. I am your father. ...
I am with my coffee, early in the morning. Journal is calling me out. I have things on my mind, but nothing so concrete. ...