A curious child was watching a film on a projector, the beams of light reflecting on the giant screen were holding him enraptured. He was thoroughly submerged in these pictures, the world being created in front of him felt more than real. His lines between reality and surreal were blurred. Not for a moment did he let himself want to leave this alternate reality. The bliss of living in that world came to shatters when the lights went out, his train of imagination, his chain of surrealism, everything was shattered. He was left in a state of profound stupor, in a second, his reality had been pierced with an agony. The projectionist understood his conundrum, explained to him, "use these images from your mind and relay them at another realm. Witness the projections, drop the veil, live the images, stop resisting what is flowing through nature, do not resist the thoughts, become them, accept them and feel the insurmountable loss dissolve."
The boy listened with rapture.
The boy listened with rapture.
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