The Wanting, the Waiting and the Weighing Room

My feet ache from walking around the only three rooms that I still can be bothered to explore in my visibly damaged mind. By far the Wanting Room is the most beautifully decorated one, getting inside it gives you an almost evil sensation, it is the feeling of having every bit of your body being driven towards something seemingly essencial that a second ago you didn't have the slightest idea existed at all, it has Rosso Corsa red velvet curtains, Sangria hypnotizing arabesque wallpapers, stylish chandeliers hanging from the ceiling like a graceful pair of golden dressed trapezists, a bunch of candles with their sexy flames dancing around and every piece of furniture exhales lust and moans in pleasure, I wish my visits to that piece of hellish heaven happened more often.

The Waiting Room is where you go to perish, suffer, cry, choke and feel you don't worth a penny. The walls are covered in clocks, some of them are big, others tiny, some of them are melting away when others are just staring at you. The walls are pale and it has in its essence a very perceptible limbo's touch. It's a room that makes you hate yourself for having chosen to became a slave of the tics and tacs that sometimes would make you so confuse you wouldn't even know what a hell you were waiting for.

And the beloved Weighting Room is where you racionalize if the velvet euphoria matchs the grey and plain concrete, that's the place where you weigh up every sensation, touch and taste you have savoured. I have a theory that most of the time, in this room we realise that it doesn't matter how amazing an experience is, comparing to the world we built in our minds all that surrond us is no more interesting than a Playboy from the 80s compared to a pole dance by Liz Hurley followed by a blow job.

I know I'm sounding a little bit too weird but making no sense was always one of my strengths and I'm effortlessly getting better every day.

Tip for a very confusing week, watch 'Waking Life' after reading 'A Theory of Everything' by Ken Wilber. You'll feel your world being turned inside out, then upside down and you'll have a very authentic epiphany that only a Blog could save you.

Good night you bunch of nice friends,

B x