The orange and smoky sky, starless, warms the grey look of the world. I have found my nothing in my head. The landscape of the Wild West swerves around the majestic ocean night and I find my peace again where no one's head is on right. I have rediscovered myself in the lost and found of memory. Different planes and dimensions and universes exist in the continuum of infinity around us. I wish you were a part of that us right now: falling in love with the first dimension.

I remembered then falling through all of the dimensions and existing in chemistry and philosophy. I entered the essential state of the Atom that the pre-Socratics searched for: an essence smaller than our atoms: unbreakable and indistinguishable.

I said then that in every miserable moment there is ecstasy in knowing that there is something better to come and that better something will be better appreciated by this moment just like in the most joyous hour, pain is most intense knowing that: this, too, shall pass. And I remember Nietzsche, and I have said yes to all joy.

Some scientist, somewhere has proven all of this. This is no speculation of my mind, or is it all an invention? Do our paradigms overlap here? Perhaps they do, but perhaps the only reason why any writer is such an amazing writer whereas I am just a nothing is because I do not fit into a paradigm.

Before all this I said that the original fervor is lost with the exhale of a cigarette, and some of the anguish is, too. Then I was lost after having had found my place. Now I have found myself in memory. No longer did I want to set my life to the rhythms of someone else's something. Everything is a little foggy right now. And now, just like then, I see two paths before me and both have individual infinities of possible misery.

And I still believe in time-travel, gone from this plane for a brief moment of fear and freedom.