The vertigo of change

I have always had a complicated relationship with reality.

"Every look we take at the world is from a particular perspective. Our experience of the world comes from within." - Carlo Rovelli

I associated the present with suffering. I fled from it, and its absence resulted in the impossibility of thinking about the future. I imagined a parallel world where I cocooned myself, until change came knocking at my door a few months ago.

"If there is no change, there is no time" - Newton

This change threw me into the void. I cut all the attachment points that I had patiently built over the last seventeen years. It also put an end to a tasteless routine.

I quit my job, sold my apartment. I was finally ready for a better future.

I settled in Barcelona, while making frequent trips to Paris.

I lived day by day, letting the changes take me from place to place, experiencing life like never before.

These months were marked by the frenzy of movement, of incessant travel, of spaces I passed through, of places of life where I spent a few nights and where I would never return.