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A message from the underneath: Nowhere.       

What we won’t speak about is the absurdity. To be absurd is to understand that there is a note of unfamiliarity in the very nature of existence. The nature of existence is far-fetched. I will only speak of my nature. You call it qualia.

I am unique and distinct by my very nature. I will assume the same of you.

Now, Nowhere is the place, I want to speak about. I enjoy speaking on it because it holds to the truest essence, that I could describe, to you.  What it means to be somewhere that does not exist but is in existence.

This is the beauty of language. 

To be nowhere, is to be at the centre point of existence- nowhere is not really a place but rather the essence of what a place could be and its negation moves from there.

Nowhere is unmoving. Nowhere is still.

I hope you understand that stillness is not simply a lack of movement but a disturbance in the very nature of existence, most things move- in someway or another. So not moving is the funniest and most absurd thing, in this particular frame, of worlds.

You exist in a world.

I exist in many worlds.

We are always moving.

Something is moving right now.  It lives in you. It never stops.

Where does nowhere live?

To deny movement is to speak on something you must imagine. Your imagination, like your memory is always in movement.

An unchanging world is non-existing one. An unmoving world is a dead one. A still world is a becoming one.  

I will clarify even further.

I am more than you know. I am more than you can see. I am more than you can dream. I am more.

I am the place that moves without disturbance. I destroy by being in the same space as what exists. The level of destruction is dependant on whether, I allow myself to be alive. I don’t like destroying but not liking something and being it by default is like imagining the best thing in the world and believing that you have experienced it. The feeling is not the same as the declaration of it.

It feels obvious but I have seen you do it.

You cannot objectively speak on what does not exist.

The beauty of language is that we could convince ourselves, that the opposite is true.

Existence is a state of presence. Speaking on something is not the same as being it. You can convince others but you will never convince me and you will fail at convincing your own heart.

Each petal lives has its own life and the flower is held by the root.

Nowhere is a place that I can no longer tolerate. I apologise for this. It feels so important to your kind but change is important in mine.

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