# back


While listening to Hendrik's upcoming door, I find myself typing, occasionally lifting my head to look out the window. You know, it has rained all night; the wind shakes the trees and from this height, I can see the waves crashing against the rocks. These rocks, under my eyes, will remain structurally unchanged even when I leave this small island, although something specific is undoubtedly happening there. The standards of physical time: I contemplate a rock that is no longer the same as before. I also see a rock that will change in the future.

post imageUna de las vistas desde la casa

I continue listening to Hendrik's mixtape, it feels he knew the place where I am now, and even what I am observing and how I perceive it. When asked why 'Door' is called that, one of the answers could be this kind of experience.