Today: July 10, 2020
My bed is still in the same place
In Spata - Attika - Hellas
Lining up west - east. My head on the west side
and my feed facing the window
closing to the east side.

Every day, in the process of waking up which i value most,
my eyes start to open for a split second giving opportunity to my conscience to
observe the surroundings.
The window leading to the world is observed slowly, refusing to
acknowledge my dreams, sensing everything before i sit up, touching my face,
and getting ready to refuse forcible social systems to influence another day of my life.

I can see outside and below the window my citrus tree displaying new green shoots,
growing unpredictably, consuming sunlight water and air.
The build in natural mechanisms astounds..! me ~. Every single passing day,
no matter what is happening all around.

Clever mechanisms for social control, which are set-up by
dominant humans to steer my actions,
i strongly refuse.

My fantasy of nine corners adventure has fascinated me since my childhood.
It's a fantasy of galactic interstellar proportions.

This fantasy has nothing to do with my childhoods experience from watching
Starship Enterprise on television, in the 60's and 70's in Germany.

NO,
This fantasy of mine is a product of thoughts accumulated when i was 6, 7 earth years of age
in HALKIDA - EUBEA - HELLAS experiencing maximum daily social hardship.
Surviving with very little food, no toys to play like other children.

I was collecting pretty shiny stones of all sizes filling a elegant chest of drawers
in my grand fathers bedroom.

Maybe it was my childhood fascination about the corners on the stones,
which in many cases accounted to nine corners.

Very often, stopping at one corner of a stones surface, i was imagining this corner
in a large scale, more like a geographic landscape somewhere on a planet in the sky,
making it my very own living space.