Some thing becoming "Something"

Chaos always fascinated me, the universe is huge and full of bits of many kinds of different things and stuff. When you shake it all, collisions between them happen which sometimes makes "some things" become "something". At some point, some things became "Humans" and "Cities".
Cities are shaking machines made by humans to shake their lives all together so it’s a place where this transformation happens more than anywhere else. A significant part of these translations forms the chaos, it could be seen as a kind of garbage made by the city machine but I see it as bits of things and stuff that just need to be shaken again. I'm working on finding, collecting and connecting these bits with a will of universality. I'm exploring existing systems or inventing my own ones in order to do so.
«Some things» becoming «something» is a construction of meaningless bits becoming a meaningful ensemble. The sum of all these bits of reality, dots, letters, blinks of light, pixels, seconds, words, minutes, sentences, hours, thoughts, days, talks, years, electric impulsions, drops of ink, screws, drop of water, ropes, drops of oil, springs, drops of paint, wire, drops of blood, wells, branches, pieces of thread, pebbles, rays of sun, tissues, drop of wine, atoms, grains of sand, handful of soil, cells, colours, tears, musical notes, humans = reality within which there is its blurry vague and wrong representation that we can only perceive and prevent us to ever grasp it.
Always doubting of my perception, I will keep trying to grasp, here and there, some crumbles of reality.

Going Somewhere


For every person here,
For every person there,
For every person here,
For every person there,
For each person who hopes to go somewhere,
For each person who hopes to find something,
For each person who hopes to be with someone,
For the ones who want a shower after a long day,
For the ones who want a degree,
For the ones who want a pack of fries or a sandwich,
For the ones who want a beer,
For the ones who want a glass of water,
For the ones who want to save the planet,
For the ones who want children,
For the children,
For the ones who want to invent something,
For the prisonners,
For the old folks,
For the ones who have nobody left,
For the ones who draw brackets in the air with their fingers sometime when they speak,
For the ones searching for spelling mistakes,
For the sad ones,
For the bitter ones,
For the frustrated ones,
For the cops,
For the ones who choose the wrong anger,
For the angry ones,
For the ones who want to live one more day,
For the ones who want to see their loved ones live one   more day,
For the hedge funds executive bank managers who want to maximise the value of the portfolios of their clients in order to satisfy the trust pact for which they signed,
For the ones who want to find some time to clean their  houses
For the ones who want to cross the sea,
For the ones who are orbiting around the planet,
For the ones who are washing the dishes,
For the ones who are cleaning the toilets,
For the ones who feel stuck,
For the ones who are stealing in supermarkets,
For the ones who have forgotten the keys of their home,
For the ones who live together,
For the ones who are writing on walls,
For the ones who are writing,
For the crying ones and the laughing ones
For the ones who are dying,
For the ones who take a bit of melk with their coffee
For the babies,
For the mums, the dads the brothers, the sisters and the rest of their famillies,
For the ones who are throwing coins into wells,
For the ones who are tired,
For the ones who don’t know where they go,
For all of those who will succeed and for all of those who will fail,
Fail or succeed depending of a mix of good or bad luck, circumstances, timing, epoch, country, spatio-temporal location on the planet and, even if also depending on some preparation, depending as well of a lot of randomness over which we have no control.
For each person in this huge chaotic, unpredictable and fascinating world,
Not really prepared, not really sure of myself,
For eventually I also don’t have so much control over my surrounding,
Over the waves, the wind, the water, the whirlpools,
Just enough control to start to hope that perhaps it is possible, to catch this constantly vanishing vision,
I’m going somewhere.

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