rush. im in a rush, time is my enemy and my being is lost in time. my pace is faster but the meters seems to longate as each step taken is not enough to get me where i want to be. my whole universe is focused on arriving at this class on time. i accelerate.. then, brusquely, it catches my eye. this explosion of colors and mind bugging effects. a psychdelia of rainbows and geometric shapes. just lying there on the rack. time stopped existing, i was now lost elsewhere. if the realization that this hauling sight was solely printed on paper didn't occur, i would've thought that i was indulged into a colorful oblivion. my world stopped turning and, in my mind, gravity laws were all broken. everything stopped moving. all those physics equations meant nothing now. i was gravitating towards that object, that magazine. it intringued me...and slowly i approached it and took it in my hands. it felt holy; a precious pack of creativity. the title: "the void." it was truly my void in my alternate life as an artist. a path towards secret recognition. a reason to write, to draw, a reason to be creative....inspiration. simple. and on the main page of this revelation, a kaleidoscope. full of colors, wonders and dazzlement. (to be continued)