Meteorological Exercises

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How far back does my memory go? I look upwards to the left. I see some items. Do they illustrate some sort of scene? I look upwards to the right. Is it just a feeling? I look down. There are a lot of associations; I hear a sound. I look to the left. I sense scents. I look down again, to the left. After a while, the smell transforms into the experience of humidity. Water. I close my eyes. Noise.

I am by far more interested in parascience than science itself. Continuous experiments, often ill-conceived logically, constitute for me a means of understanding the world. Earlier, I would imagine myself being a firefighter in the future, one fighting for the preservation of water circulation in nature, a ritual replenisher of water, responding to every splash and each whistle arising from the sound of boiling water. All these liquids, when they evaporate, they devour the air, and when they condense, they settle and stick to everything. Temperature changes lead to congealment or whistling fighting for the survival of steam. Clouds – also steam, but the kind that is beyond our reach, however instead, one you can soar into it. Awareness of these thousands of interactions per second, surrounding us, is terrifying; hence why I tried to tame at least some of them.