Convergence of Lines

We arrived then in our new home. A beautiful architectural wonder, modern and clean, with an indoor infinity pool. All lines converging perfectly in this perfect space. My Soul didn't like it, however.

We wanted to play with a red ball with white dots on it, with you, my son. You were a bit older already, around five. In the corner of the house, we stumbled on large black boulders, looking a bit like meteorites. We disturbed them with the ball. Gravity reversed and they banged against the ceiling until finally breaking through.