absolute freedom

Monument Valley was a fixation since childhood, watching Marlboro commercials unfolding with similar scenery. One feeling I always received was total freedom. I thought that you and your horse, into the wild, is matched by nothing.

Indiana Jones Loop

This is beginning tomorrow.

Voyager 1. An update.

Voyager has reached Interstellar Space. What would be there besides nothing? A hint on Truth? A shadow of Eternity? Or just nothing because as long as you SEE things it means you're on this side of the story, the one where you know nothing, and at the right time, when this side expires and you must enter the OPPOSITE, that hint or shadow finally become visible. So then why sending Voyagers since they cannot find anything truly interesting? On one side because we're stubborn and think we will one day find the hint or shadow while we're still perfectly able to SEE. This is not to blame in any case; it's something not forbidden or against the hint or shadow. It may look like a waste of time but to do nothing it's even more of a waste of time, we must do something. We want Voyager to be a proof of a perfectly legal and accepted "trying". We don't wanna bother anyone, and if by any chance we see the "hint" or the "shadow" we'll pretend we saw nothing. In reality we all know what's that like, what's on the OPPOSITE. We kinda know it's an in&out thing; a come and return business. The Voyager will stay for some time even after its death when we won't be able to communicate with its antennas and radio transmitters. The future ones of us might even be able to reach it and bring it back, clean it and put it in some museum. Or maybe not, would kinda be disrespectful for the guys in the '70s who sent it. So they'll let it go and go deeper and deeper into nothing. PS: As of now, it takes more than 17 hours to hear from Voyager 1. In about 40,000 years, it will be closer to the star AC +79 3888 than our own sun. So be patient. PPS: and today, 11/9/2013, were 10 years since I left my own solar system (with a similar mission) where breakfasts like that awaited me in the morning.

the flute

a year after I was born