I enter a zoom link. Links me with people. People I miss, people I want to touch and spend time with them.
I knock the door and the door opens. I am in a doorway. It is dark I can not see much. And I choose to not see at all, as i am being adviced. There is something living in there. I see sounds and smells. A melody, a voice siting next to me, hugging me. I find myself in a space with some light. I open my senses and I see, a person asking random quotes and trying to find an answer, to share a problematism. I listen and follow their thoughts. A belly is talking but I can not hear. A person named Katarina writes in there "we can not hear you belly". The belly stops and starts again, now I can hear!
I realise that I am in a nest. What is happening here is not something I can imagine happens in a nest. I feel protected though and not alone. I can not see other people but I can feel they are there with me.
As I continue I found myself in the attic. I love attics, but did I get here I didn't understand. Did I climbed a stair? Did i followed someone? or maybe it was that click with the arrow in that door over there, in the corner of the nest. Yes that click, and suddenly I am in another space, in an attic.
Oh! that attic is game. There are rules to follow. I like the unspoken/unwritten rule of doing nothing of the proposed actions. I start to feel like I play a video game. My gaze on the screen is changing. I adore the slow scanning of the place, of the screen, of the floor. I see numbers. I forgot the rules. I go back and read the rules. Someone did an action. The arrow followed. I write an action and the arrow followed my ay written action! Yes! Let's do it again. Let's be polite and let others to do actions too. I can't wait I write again an action. The arrow follows me! That's a cool game. The arrow does what I say. I stop writting actions and hear more of the sounds and the editing and scoring of the game of the others gamers/users. This attic is awsome. I don't want for the game to end. Someone click away. I found myself in the nest and then the doorway. Back to the nest again and back to the attic, then to the doorway and then I am in a place full of squares. I am in a square and other people are in their own squares. Someone starts to talk, I smile, someone smiles back to me and then all of them freeze. Oh I think it is part of the game. They act as they are frozen. I freeze too. I write to them. They reply. The link is over.
I try to reconnect. A person named Iris does not respond to me. Another person with the name Leah, says come back here. I did.
I am the number 9. Everyone play the game of freezing with me but I am not in the mood now. They don't stop. I try to say to them to stop playing the freezing game, they don't listen to me. I am wonder why.
Iam no9. A person named Kristin is no8 and the person name Iris is no10. I want to say sounds but I can't, they freeze again and stop listen to me. I write the sounds. Someone else is saying them for me.
This is fun! How else can I say a sound! What else I can translate in written words? How can I write a movement, a gesture?
The Eva person trys to do a gesture. Some have seen them, some were not. Eva tries again. More realized now, but still the myth is going on to live more. Twelve people try this time to wrap up. Finally we made it.
Then a big fuss is coming. I can not see much, I can listen nothing. I choose to not listen. I am there almost frozen, I hear broken words and syllabus. I understand that I need to come here and say the above to you.
Here I am.
I was lost 24 hours in my thoughts and an out of screen life. Apologies for that.
I want to visit you rooms and spaces again, please, pretty please!