Postcards from my head

I am like you. My life is a movement, a journey in space and time, outwards and inwards, on paths trodden into the ground and deep down, deep inside, on planes that are elusive to others and to ourselves. My reality and my thoughts friction and crumbling with the multitude. I search for experience in the depths of my boxed memories, my ever–changing, selfishly beautiful subjective layers. I send myself a few postcards of the almost forgotten rushing landscape of my head and share them in a tangible space.