A fairy tale in memory of Abu Ali
There are echoes between two mirror-spheres and areas of darkness projected by hollow spheres on convex surfaces.
We sense where the light is coming from but it is difficult to orient ourselves. Now, when common sense seems lost the mystery accompanies us. It's in this excess of coincidence and in this lack of land, it is within empty spheres casting subtle shadows.
Drawing a circle and dreaming about Jupiter and then all the void of spacetime conspire at the perimeter, pushing us forward on either side
of every ethical moment.
Singing Dj Vlad sad tunes at will whose title we forgot. Pandora's Hollow Sphere pulsates by dreaming: Set me packing at a runaway, he is safe only by invitation of every fate. At this auction window, this wonder platinum sphere, this deep universe from within trigering incomprehensible human codes:
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Remembering the Red Sun of November 2019, in peace that is not at war. Rewind twice an occasional pause. Neurons shimmer, waking Gravity, dew in forgotten planets. Orbits before but after that day of November. Unknown Debt Salvation while falling and seeing the Red Cloud of a Summer Sun. Platinum Spheres, empty resonate again in white papers. A green circle drawn by a hand whose name is not from this World.