Jumps in time without friction

 For nostalgia. For the love of nostalgia. From the garden the voices of Dick's birds on Mars. Nostalgia for love. Nostalgia for arms of the sea. Fleeting waves. No roots or pain. Jumps in time without friction. And you feel with me and I with you. No doors - just space. And you see me drowning in the liquid inside my eyes mixed with your gaze. As if to take me beyond death.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.