This is the image of a dead spider, covered in white mould, hanging in mid-air in front of a cellar grating in front of a bycicle wheel, in front of a backyard, in front of the world.
Tomorrow I will bring a better camera to capture more details.
If you could see the real thing, you would be able to tell how beautiful it is.
In the outside world friends die in motorcycle accidents, refugees die like flies on the open sea and in trucks in the middle of the continent.
Inside I sit and meditate, read Meister Eckhart and drink stinging nettle infusion.
Is this the same world?
When you look at the picture long enough you will realize: It is!
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