Inner maps and the felt sense of a quest in color: Why is the mind so starved of color? When I was a child, I remember my mother saying, “If you had eyes like a bird, you’d see all the colors of the rainbow.” I remember asking, “I have eyes. I see colors. I'm a bird. What am I missing?"
The gaps to climb through to a safe retreat. Only one option remains for us to save ourselves. We must sacrifice the life we've known, the life we've built for ourselves... "What do you mean?" "Don't worry. I'll get you to safety. I promise." "You don't know what's out there. You don't know what they're capable of." "What are you talking about?" "We're safer in here." "You're only saying that because you've never been out there." "You're just a kid. It's my duty to protect you." - "So, you're just going to leave us here?" "No, no, of course not. I'll take you to the safest place I can." "Please, just listen to me. I've been trying to tell you that you're not safe. I'm not safe. You've been taught a lie. You have to believe me. I want you to believe me." "But we have to get out of here. I know it's a bit of a risk. But it's the only way."
The blue valley and the pit of eternal torment. A small place built by a man who is still not satisfied. He has been out here for a couple of years, and is slowly starting to get the hang of things. He's had his doubts, and his doubts have only grown. He's had to learn how to be content with a simple life, a life with no luxuries, how to live with the idea of eternity, that there is no way out. Now he's having a hard time coping with this new knowledge. He's a man who has always been obsessed with the idea of escaping his fate, the belief that one day he'd find a way out of this place, or at least a way to get a small island that would provide him with a little life. But now his hopes are fading. There is no island in sight.
OhNo! is sitting in a men's room when a star falls from the sky and crashes into her. She wakes up with no pants on and no memory of what happened. OhNo!s mother helps her up, and she apologizes for the mess. OhNo! is confronted with the realization that she is not loved by her family. She is lonely and has no one to help her. ohNo!s mother is struggling with the loss of her daughter. She tries to reflect these emotions. She is trying to cope with the loss and regain identity.
Waving. I call your name. I wonder why you don’t answer. I call your name, and walk down the street like I do every day. I call your name. I don’t expect you to answer. It’s getting dark. I can’t see details. I wonder what you’re thinking. I think I see you standing there. Where is my time? What have I done with it? I’m afraid that you’re going to leave me, but you still talk to me. I wonder if you are talking to someone else. Your voice sounds different, but it’s the same voice that washes over me all the time. I want to wake up , but I’m too tired. I think I’m happy. I think I’m in a dream and I’m lonely. I wonder if this is what life is like. I wonder if this is what love is like. It’s dark. I can’t see the details of your face. I wonder what you’re thinking. I see you standing there. I think I see you standing in the mirror. Waving.
I catch a glimpse of you and life is a parade. The march of people dressed in dreamy colors, a live long eye treat. The lively bunch, sipping on cocktails, glistening in festive sun. There’s laughter and charm. You feel it for sure, and the feeling is right there, the feeling of love. But you’re not in love. You’re in pain. You’re at a bar. It’s late at night. You’re drunk. And it’s the best day of your life. "You're the oldest here. How'd you get that job?" "Because I had some experience." "Well, that's not much. You haven't been here long." "Some. Some." "I don't know how you survived. I'd have given up months ago." "Oh, I'm a good worker." "I bet you are. But I'd like to see some proof."