Magical Corner
I am sitting in a corner. I had never sat here before. It’s in my living room. This corner was almost always empty.
I ate leftovers and was getting ready for my routine neighborhood walk. I get a strange sense of satisfaction when different, unrelated leftover pieces come together and become a thing of their own. It feels like ticking many to-do items with a single check mark. How soothing.
It is raining outside. I do not like that. So while I was thinking about what I could do with my disappointment inside, this empty corner invited me. I didn’t even think of resisting. It was so empty, so clean, so orderly, so pure. Have you ever seen a beauty that consumes you? So here I am, in this corner for the first time.
It is such a cosy corner. How could it be that I never realized this? It was right in front of my eyes. I always looked at the other corners or spots in the living room. I had been searching for a cosy, warm, comfortable place for a while already. Yet this one wasn’t even a candidate. I even considered spots that weren’t corners at all, artificial corners formed by furniture. How strange.
This corner is interesting, actually, because one of its sides is not a wall—it is a window. The window-wall of the balcony. That makes it special. Because it is not clear: am I outside or inside? Outside is more in my view than the room itself. I watch and feel the rain, but I am not touched by it. My back leans against a warm wall. I am amazed by my amazement at this corner. Its simplicity hides its complexity.
Soon outside is going to become dark. The window-wall is going to become a mirror. I am going to see the inside outside. How magical. Outside is going to show me what is inside. I am excited already. While seeing the inside outside, I will still be able to see the outside inside, because I saw it once—it cannot hide itself again.
Do not break my magic. I am outside while I am inside. I have the experience of outside while I am still inside. I am in a corner, but I am not cornered. One side of this corner is open; it is both a window and a mirror. Which one do I want to see? Am I looking outside or inside? Am I looking through the window or at the mirror?
This is pure magic.
A walk became a disappointment.
A disappointment became a walk.
I am about to see myself outside inside.