~ transit oddity ~

do i come from age that wasn't
do i belong to age that will never be

i'm living on. waiting for water to have taste again.
wandering around oslo in search for signs. found one in a twisted antique shop today - a half face of a man who sold the world, now he watches over me from my own wall.
somehow, it corresponds with the latest days when i walk around and recognize nothing. i've lost my comprehension of this world. living with a cruel insight that if people are apart, it's often not because they don't love each other but because they are on different levels of existence.

but we are all lifts
here, to balance and launch each other

so why not?
why deny the absolute for movable things?