The Proxima's Passage

Day 44, Maybe I’ve found the truth. The unnameable truth. I'm dead. It is a strong statement; I am aware of it. But it must be like that. During the terrible storm, I was dragged into the abyss, and now I'm facing a mystical experience, waiting to burn out. In reality, this is not a true certainty, but, at the moment, it is the only possible solution for this absurd enigma. This incredible place must be a sort of purgatory for my soul, while my body continues to sink into the dark abyss. Where did this truth come from? From the lighthouse. The lighthouse is impossible. The lighthouse is a drug. Its light is absurd and undoubtedly alive. Since I went there, it’s been calling me. Incessantly. Maybe it's better to take a step back: Yesterday, taken by a pure adventurer’s spirit, like the ones of Ulysses or Marco Polo, I decided to go to the lighthouse to investigate who or what had ignited it. The complex, monume

Day 38, Land. I'm finally on the ground. After a month spent at sea, my feet touched the ground. My first steps in an unknown land. I'm a pioneer. The lighthouse led me to this place. Now its light has become feeble like the light of a candle in the distance. I landed in a sort of large fjord where a small port was built. There are also what appear to be the remains of sunken ships in front of the entrance to the creek. The marina is in bad shape, especially the wooden parts which have rotted or been dragged  away by the waves. From the state of abandonment and neglect, I concluded that I am the first to arrive here in a long time. However, it is still suitable to accommodate Lys, seeing that it is mainly derived from the bare rock of the cliffs of this strange place. At least it's a sheltered place far from the fury of the waves. My safe harbour. The opportunity to return to be myself. Did you bring me up here with y

Day 31, Everything flows. Panta Rhei. The eternal and obscure harmony that governs the world. Panta Rhei. Everything flows. Except me. Prisoner as I am in this eternal rejection of becoming. I came back twice in the same river. I repeat myself, forever and ever. I always return at the same time, to the same river. I do not change, I do not flow. The river continues to flow, the sea continues to vary, the changeable world continues to alter, the impetuous universe continues to evolve. Everything moves, and nothing stands still. But I'm still here. Until you return. I am here. A miserable man frozen in a moment. A picture of what I was and what I will be. Why aren’t you here anymore? I cannot remember it. I miss your warm and fragrant breath. But now you're gone, and I do not know why. But Timo still preserves and protects our bond, even if frayed, knotted, dirty, and silent, it still exists. He is uncha