My favourite place is an invisibly visible place. It’s absolutely colourless and transparent, yet it has many shades. It is vivid and vibrant, bright and light, sometimes dark. There is everything here, magnificent mountains, beautiful beaches, enigmatic evergreen trees and people. There could also be chocolate avalanches and glaciers, vanilla rivers and candy floss farms. I think of something and it’s there. This place is flexible, flexible enough to transform in to what I think, imagine and dream. It is a traffic jam.
It emits happiness and exhilaration, love and jubilance, sometimes sadness, anxiety and anger. It’s contradictory to itself, yet it is my favourite place. You cannot physically see it, just experience its presence. You cannot feel it, but I can. You cannot visit it, except if I love you or hate you. It is very much present, yet absent. It is my favourite place, it is my mind.
