#circulo uno

CÍRCULO UNO

You probably couldn't tell that I'm in a fairly good mood. Sitting in a room with 'hospital green' walls, slouching on a wooden rattan chair, face in a twist as I'm staring at some pixels at the center of the screen, hands typing away some ritual strokes to charm the reality.

As the weird green walls make my mind swirl I venture out and think about what has been accomplished this year.

Bachelor Degree: check. Wonderful document acquired.

Passion Statement:: check. Feeling good about knowing myself a bit more.

Job: blank box. Smile starts to fade a little.

Further Education: blank box again. Deadlines are gone.

Plan Section: the big space underneath is blank as well. There are some scribbles present there but nothing solid. 

At least the page is not tabula rasa but the smile is gone completely now. Frantic thought please come in, you are obviously very welcome, have a coffee.

The truth is I'm a tiny little bit on edge here. Only a tiny little bit. I would go as far as saying that I'm a halted happiness-becoming embodiment. I'm stuck in an unformed hybrid. Surely Gilles Deleuze would have put it that way if he had a mouth. But now he literally doesn't and neither do I.

You know, forefront of a different line of flight would feel much better to me right now. Past me would say 'it's barely a matter of transition. just do it' but now it's not that simple. I'm planning that transfer almost like the main character of Circulo Uno by Cesar Pesquera Muro. Piles of sand are appearing in the corners of my apartment.

But hey! Look! Plan Section has some scribbles in it, I could go through them. Let me take my pen and dive into my sea of GTD and perfect task distribution. Let's charm it this way, no? Smile is back on my face despite the lack of mouth. The problem is that just charming the reality isn't really working anymore.

I will need a proper glitch instead. Handmade one.