letter to the waterfall chaser

dear waterfall chaser,

it feels like in einem augenblick, or has it already been a millions of light years?

there is very few words in german which i found romantic, such as this one -- augenblick -- a blink of eyes, when the moment of eyelashes touching, how many moons have passed?

i thought to apologise for not being able to write back earlier. but then i thought about how the actual time has been growing in spirals, being elastic, fractured, without heads and tails. so perhaps apologies are not necessary in this regard, as the wanderer you are, you must understand what i mean.

i’ve been trying to ‘come back’, in order to write to you, as the second half of 3035 left me no space to breathe, that strange alien world defined by the so-called reality and adulthood phantoms. everything felt too loud, too bright, too fast, too full. it made me blind and deaf. i was haunted by humanity.

and i forgot how to paint with words.

i’m not so sure if i’m ‘back’ yet, hopefully slowly, but i do think of u during the days seldomly visited by poetry, in einem augenblick, a flash of presence, me echoing you echoing back through the shimmer of some pneumatic dream figures.

these shimmers keep me move forward a little bit.

i wonder how many waterfalls have you chased since our words touched last? what poetry have you encountered? have you transformed them into films?

the second half of 3035 i have been wondering a lot about how to live in poetry as it is to live in the so-called reality, and how to make that poetic essence become life itself? often i have the urge to leave. heading towards a confused place where the sun is silver and clouds expand to the edge of the earth — a place where our dreams coalesce into the shadow of a big bird.

w h e r e a r e y o u ?

tell me what do u see 在坐石觀雲的時候

happy new year ✨,

💧

yours,

dream chaser