And winter passed us in full speed, like a surrealist’s dream: blurred, mildly unpleasant at times; not terryfying but somehow confused and occasionally incomprehensible. It pushed and pulled and turned us around, a tidal wave of the mind. Yet now spring has come, with it’s changing weather and miserable spells of hay fever, and it feels as if something is about to happen. Something fresh, miraculous and unexpected. Or maybe not..

Don’t blame me, I just work here. What would be your explanation for all these sudden coincidences, small but unmistakable as such. This time, I didn’t even go fishing for them. What I did was welcome them as signs for better times to come: as heralds of a powerful explosion, or at least a miniature firework, to break the dull procession of indistinguishable days and nights.

It needn’t be extraordinary or unique; Im not concerned with it’s nature or origin; all I want is to be engrossed into an ultimate and all-consuming impression of substance, an essence of meaning, an ideal, an ingeniously and paradoxically convincing metaphysical plan of sorts… In other words, my spirit is off hunting for the Adventurous, the Ephemeral, the Outrageous, whilst my body struggles to complete everyday tasks.

Oh well, isn’t it natural to long for these intense, strange and familiar feelings, which make life spicier, more traumatic and adorable than it normally is?