A feeling of saturation
Anders Herrebaut
An extract of "A text for Roza's Maze":
"Feeling “stuck”:
(...) On some days I feel incredibly little in this big house, like I don’t have a place for my own. My life is resting on a shelf somewhere in Ghent, waiting there to be picked up. Everything pauses, I believe time is a precious thing to behold but it slips away so easily. You can’t wrap your hands around it and it brutally ticks forward and I hate wasting time. I’m getting tired of the situation, I miss real interaction with people, I love to hug people and now I can’t, all my friends are stuck at home and the end isn’t within sight. It’s a punch in the face each time I turn on the news, my mental health is suffering during these days, I’m stuck in my own head.
A Walkthrough in my house :
(...) There used to be two houses before right next to each other, but that was long before we moved in here. The way you have to view is that we have two houses connected by a small square space, left (the kitchen, storage, attic) right (living-room, dining room, bathroom, stairs in the dining room that lead to the bedrooms and to another part of the attic) (...)" - Anders Herrebaut
"The centre, the start, the circle protected by the red square. It appears as a safe space, a small room to hide away from all other areas but at the same time it keeps everything perfectly intact, everything in place. It functions as a connector, pause, headspace and as a mediator for the construction locking it in. The construction would collide in itself, creating a self-destructive a-symmetric chaos of lines, the element of time and organization would vanish and make every part of the maze unstable. Therefore it stands proudly as a sign of peace and freedom that is deeply treasured within the maze.
Once out of the red square the journey truly begins, the door opens and the calmness fades and the search starts, triggered to find a way out but unable to find one, forever stuck in the promise of leaving. The grey line seen whilst peeking over the red wall makes me feel tempted to discover what’s behind the grey horizon. I’m in a construction that lives within a construction that only exist because of an other construction. I am as confused as the maze itself, as a loop I feel that I’m repeating myself as if I’m watching a rerun of a TV-show but this time I am the star of a sadistic game. I am the show, the bug in the machine, running and running in the same old scenarios. (...)"
An extract of Anders's short story inspired by the maze
