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I used to think, that the world was a problem that needed to be solved. That if i spent enough time thinking about it, I could understand it, and find a solution.

As i got older, I realised that the world didn’t make sense, that it was always surprising, often irrational and that every time I thought I could see, it changed.

As I am older still, I realise that I have to accept that there are some things I’ll never know, understand or make sense and that is ok. That I am more than my work.

More often these days, I catch myself in a bubble at cloud burst. A downpour I dream. In a calm centre, a stage I assembled, set memories and ideas. A costume the world wears.

The keys bounce back as I’m typing, how much of how I am feeling and what I am experiencing is a dream I’m dreaming.