Radek Dabrowski

I have evolved in gentle tide pools, migrated through freezing oceans and steaming jungles. I have developed mechanisms and behaviors workable in those harsher and vaster environments. Now I am able to present and represent anything I want at will. I may develop means to venture far from the comfortable chair I sit on, into strange worlds. No, I rather not. These techniques are as meaningless to me as bicycles are to fish, I know, I have been there and it didn’t touch me. I prefer my chair and to pull the strings of boredom. But perhaps I can stretch my common-sense-hobbled imagination again to enter this foggy odd territory, to make it mine.
Where do I go from here? Wait a moment, I hear that sound of doubt in my head, driving circles like a lost bullet. I have to go, I can’t stay here any longer. I know this space to well, it makes me secure, it makes me numb. I will be gone soon, just let me take the last breath. The sweetnees of it I’m tasting now, is sliding down through the inner tubing of my mind. It feeds the fungus I let grow in my head for the last time. That breath I take will be the only remains I leave in here. I have to go now. I cut the umbilical cord. I stand up. I make the space become mine. I go.

Radek Dabrowski