Imagine a world where you can have whatever you want.
There is no limit to how far I can walk, how far I can go. Endless roads with endless characters on every corner.
Endless lips to kiss, and lips to endlessly kiss.
A limitless supply of boredom if I want to, an infinite stock of energetic productive impulsiveness to tap into.
Every kind of food – enough food to surprise me everyday of my life. To have food on my plate, to experience it differently everytime. Same food, different taste, different food, same taste… but different.
Textures. Patterns. Schematics. Schemes.
Things to avoid, things to dodge, things to brighten, things to pet.
Something new around every corner, a warm jumpscare, a familiar type of brick, a hairstyle that makes me smile.
Colors of every kind, somehow never boring. Beds of every kind of comfy, sofas to crash on.
A reframable world, looking at me as I look at it – non-judgingly. Whatever I justify, this world will allow me to do it.
The deepest most tragic loneliness, next to the deepest most wonderful loneliness. All in the palm of my hand. Whatever I choose for myself.
An endless experience machine.
As the moth flies over my head at midnight, I see the light.