Walking the corridor

Just came to the end of the hallway. At least I think. Been wandering down that one, definitely. Stopped a few times to look around and checked out the atmosphere, watching some of the paintings on the walls. Took sometime to get to the other end, thou can’t say for sure that I have actually arrived. Can’t I even say if I ever will either really, and wouldn’t that just be to predictable if I did? So suppose wandering around here is just as good. I’ve slowed down sometimes, and then walked fast again. I even tended to stop up all of the sudden to look back at the door I just came from. Ah, watching that door... You can see me looking at it smiling one of the ‘I know you, you’re the one who just filled up this goddam massive suitcase that I’m carrying around now, and that I always will carry, with pleasure”-kinda smile…

The new paintings are shaping. Not all as good looking as others. Some disappointing (mais c’est la vie, n’est pas?), others surprisingly good – maybe not as surprising as I see them, but maybe sometimes I forgot or just didn’t really realize what was actually on it… and yet others seems mysterious and need a more intensive look which I’m a bit too tired to do right now, so I’ll wait. Hmmm.. suppose I’m just not really ready yet to look at all of them.

The walls themselves are really nice. In fact, they’re exactly as I expected them to be. Going through the now good ol’ door (it’s already an old door :( - ok, so I’m fanatic of what I’m used to, so what), I’m really delighted to see that it’s still the same corridor with the same walls that I know from past wanderings. For someone like myself, who tends to wander a lot, it’s nice to have some things that are just plain certain, looking the same, didn’t change a bit. You know you can trust it with heart and soul knowing you can’t ever be disappointed, cos it will never change and therefore you will never have to get used to it as some thing else than just what it is. My security. We all need our own.

I’m lying a bit, not to you, to me. I know I’m at the end of the corridor. I’m excited to see what’s behind the door I have to enter, but I think that from the last paintings I saw, already predicted a lot, and suppose it’s why I’m not running either (funny, the last time I came through this corridor I think it was the first time I didn’t wander, but just ran happy and excited straight forward, schwuuuuuuush like a lightning ready to strike! And, touch-down! You gotta end an era with a feeling of a touch-down, right?).

Building new walls these days for the next to come. They shall be my fort for a while, my undoubted security while I’m here. In this era.