I love layers. In a good cake, for example. Honey slices like my Mom used to make for Christmas. Yum. Or lasagna, à la Bolognese or even with zucchini, when the layers are fine-tuned. I love that taste, too. I also love layers in housing. Also, the gradual occupation of space, a bit of eclecticism, mixing
My story continues along the way through the mountains. I don’t know if there will be seven of them. Getting over the first one is not easy. As long as I’m afraid, I won’t step out. A path, sometimes a road, sometimes a highway, or even a wormhole into a different universe begins to unfold
Once upon a time beyond the seven seas there were borders. Borders of knowing and borders of unknown. What a strange word border is. It has its both positive and negative conotation. Without more content explanation borders are ephemeral, not clear, indefinite. Do I know where is my beginning and where is my end? Is