They all come from different routes.
Unrelated and unconditioned. Unaware of each other, their lives flowing on their own path.
They grow up and they move, got contaminated and reshaped, turned upside down and inside out.
Sometimes, always, never. Maybe is the right word, the only one.
You cannot know, you cannot tell, you cannot foresee.
And your head could start spinning when the left becomes the right and the black turns to white
Re-evolution and movement.
Non linear evolution, as the life is, as the universe is.
So it happens that unexpectedly they meet.
A convergence point, a singolarity, sort of, which make all things different.
Suddenly, there is a cut, a clean and neat separation that marks the birth of something brand new.
Fluid sensations mixed with well aligned ordinary thoughts, sparkles of light, particles and waves dancing and bouncing as in the origin of the universe.
Something that deserves a name still to be invented, something other than the former existences and shapes
It will life a different life, and different will be the rules, other the scopes, other the perspectives.
From here the new path begins
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.