I keep on thinking, is Chaos a person, a situation? Ultimately it doesn’t matter. I’m thinking maybe what matters is to find a sort of echo in the eyes of the other and for the echo to come back to us like radar signals helping us to navigate in the dark and avoid collisions when we move faster than our sight. But then we crash. And we cannot see. And I wonder if we keep on trusting our instruments to keep on flying in the dark.

And the one who soars knows that to stop is to stall. But then again, how to truly trust our senses? When our ears play sensory illusions on us. How can we really know where we are up to the point when we fall after we fly. Then stillness. But before, we did fly and we soar lifted by the thermal of somebody’s eyes. And meaty lips.

Thank you for your writing.
Pablo