Not far from reality


Art&concept by Ol Albireo

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Elshe nodded, poured chocolate liquid into the empty glasses, covered the fire with a transparent cone with a cut top, and spread a blanket on the grass. Kiyuri stood up, reached for his glass, and took a sip. Today, Kiyuri decided to drink slowly, feeling and remembering the changes in his mind. The world around him began to spin slowly.

-Can you not run around me? – smiling asked the young man sitting next to Elshe. The handsome man stretched out, exhaled a velvety languid moan, he was sure that he was hanging in the air, above the mat. It was calm and pleasant. It seemed to Kiyuri that just a little more, and he would understand all the secrets of existence. Maybe even he can come back to reality. Yes, he needed it, he wanted to take a break from his thoughts, thoughts that bothered, annoyed, much less were pleasant. He would have wanted to see so few people in reality, next to him …

The light, lulling darkness was cut through by Elshe’s dark gaze. Kiyuri smiled. Elshe turned out to be a thought about reality.

“I wonder what your name is,” Kiyuri asked, but did not hear his own voice, only some kind of velvety, viscous cooing. “Maybe it’s my voice, I just don’t remember it,” Kiyuri thought.

The man silently smiled, took Kiyuri’s hand in his and pulled the young man up into the night sky with him. “You’re just like alive,” Kiyuri decided not to speak out it loud, thoughts often were offended when they were called thoughts.

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