part 1

A dark room , I cannot be sure that it is a room , it may just be a dark space

Two circles of light , two meters apart , each one projected on a bookshelf stand.

The first contains numbered and organized volumes , and the other aborted all its contents and emptied them on the ground.

And if you look closely you will see that each of them is engraved with writing. The first is denoted by "feelings", and the other to "events".

I find myself standing between them , and it is the nature of a person to shift his gaze from what is natural in texture and focus on the gray , in other words , the second scattered rack holder.

I pick up one of the folders , open it , and try to make the literal fray into something to be understood, but there is no way.

It seems that the vestibules of my brain cannot embody "events" no matter what they are without evoking the "sensations".

I am now directing all of my attention to the other edifice in this room. I go towards it , eyeing it from the bottom to the top , and I pass my eyes over the folders , one by one , thinking about picking up one of them and exploring it. But I let a sense of curiosity rule the situation , and I turn my gaze to the first shelf to the far right corner.

Brown resembled clay soil , its color was this volume numbered one. Color brings a choppy feeling , difficult to control , microscopic earthquakes running on my fingertips , but I have to pick the volume.

Here is the decisive , or disappointing , moment , depending on the consequences of the event.

I pass a finger across its cover , accidentally , I can feel a familiar shape , it looks like a letter , I touch steadily , can it be the letter M ? No , this is less severe , is it the letter H , it looks like this , but no , this have a diagonal line.

Uh.

It's a N.

Total darkness.

part 2

"Tsh" ... "Tsh" ...

So was the roar of the water spilled from the faucet to the bucket.

But the sudden dissolution of these two letters from "Tsh" to "..." , which announces with a stark calm that only reaches the ear of the subconscious about the fullness of the bucket, awakened me from the slumber world.

Immediately after returning from the realm of my unconscious , I relentlessly answered the call of the tap to close it.

A scene that may arouse some sense of irony to the onlookers , as I fill a small bucket with water , while I am standing ten meters away from the colossal object in front of me made of the same material.

A Lake.

part 3

Quadrant ... circular ...

Each edifice and building was constructed in the form of a quadrilateral ,...