Chapter 0
The Beginning
I am walking through this place and taking notes about the things I see, about the things I find. Nothing seems to be permanent here. Like a foreigner, an alien coming from another place, I try to figure out my relations to this space. I look at the ground, I feel the air, I sense the water running by beyond my feet and in small particles in the air (deep inhalation)... I can smell the presence of so much life that is passing by.
I travel way beyond the speed of light, so everything here is slow to me, to my eyes, but through a sense of extreme empathy, I feel what it is like to move like a stone, like a tectonic plate floating on the melting core of this planet, holding up where this piece of land stands.
On my path, I find these objects that are like remains of a time capsule, as they keep on their surfaces and in their materials, traces of data revealing memories from the ones who have once cultivated this space.
Time and space are folded. Past and future are now happening at the same time: present. And different places on this globe touch each other, like one hand touches another; like my skin touches the air; like my feet touch the ground.
I open this time capsule and these memories emerge to me! They appear as images that carry feelings and I can describe them as they come to me; I become part of the ruins of a civilization constructed upon things, from which what lingers is the idea of a place built by the relations that have, through all the layers of time, insisted on being here.