While it’s raining outside
A rainy evening waiting in an empty parking lot. I begin to watch the rain fall on the car windows and the external environment slowly transforms. Reality transmutes before my eyes, slowly distorts and dissolves. It curls up on itself and erodes known forms. Everything takes on its original appearance, vibrates and moves despite being inanimate matter. I look with new eyes at that place that I have seen dozens and dozens of times, under the sun or with the night, which never changed. Suddenly I see the beyond as if it had always been there, only now the rain has revealed it to me….
Monica Bisin
“He no longer saw these objects as objects. He no longer understood that the chair next to him was for sitting. Instead, he appreciated the chair for its -being-. He appreciated the tubularity of her legs and their smoothness. He concentrated on the nature of the objects rather than on the purpose he had attached to them.” H.Huxley – The doors of perception
