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//: the fairy tail...

Kip is catastrophically bad at bulbscrewing. But he is also terribly lazy and unbearable curious about every unimportant thing. Kip simply has no purpose. Having nothing else to do with himself all, day he climbs to the top of the highest white-dust mountain every day at that very time to looks down on the gods from above when they glide across the white planes so effortlessly, so smoothly, so leisurely, so indifferently… Neither fascinating nor terrifying, are they of no interest to him at all. Not after first 3, 5 times… Every midday when all the bulbscrewers would swarm to their stations Kip would go wandering to the new wilderness in the search of new curiosities. Most of the times he would get lost hopelessly. Normally he wouldn’t find anything significant apart from long forgotten memories of the past hidden deep in the mountains. Little did he knew that one of these days he was going to find something spectacularly fantastic and it was going to change him and his world forever. It is because Kip was way too lazy to understand things greater than himself. Luckily for him he was also naïve and childish and lucky enough to wander to the right place at the right time. The only way this could ever happen, naturally, was be by accident. And by accident it did happen! A wrong turn and slippery shoos, and he fell into a cave. A cave where he found himself in [B]etween. This was a door. A door to the Neverland, a place where the past and the present happen all at once in the future. A place where there are no gods, no shadows, no light and no bulbscrewers. Here he wasn’t sure what there isn’t let alone what there is… A place with so much air…. air, air! Where the time does not slip away or twist it’s head to bite you before swallowing its own tail over and over again. Here the time is a harmless old man growing old forever.

Here you do not exist, only your fantasies. In the Neverland your dreams are more real than you. Of course, Kip did not know what was waiting for him on the other side. He didn’t know that once he walks through the mirror the gates will shut behind him forever and the world he knew before would parish. All he wanted to do was to see what is there on the other side. But as every door, this one has a key too. Not just any key. One has to know the magic words to step through. Now! Listen closely and If you have to blink do it now, before going any further or else Neverland will be lost forever! 

This is very important! If you are anywhere remotely near anything remotely resembling a dark cave just like the one Kip fell into, do not read these words out loud! One can never be too careful. Who knows what is actually on the other side of the mirror… And besides, it was alright for Kip to read them out loud because he knew he was a dragon. Shaking from fear of the unknown, scared to fall over, he hardly made himself to step on the edge, one step more, perfect…he stood up tall, fixed the bottom buttons on both sleeves, pulled his chin up, took a deep long breath as if trying to delay the moment that he knew was not going to pass easy and finally whispered. ‘’ far and wide long before I was there, I was me, come and see When it is and it isn’t, come and see, On the edge, in the fringe, in between, I am here, come and see When the time swirls and twists, come and see’’ The glass shattered and Kip was either falling or flying, he didn’t know the difference… He wasn’t afraid, lazy, bored, and useless or anything at all anymore…he just ‘’was’’... [was himself], whatever that meant , not that it mattered if he knew or not... One thing for sure. Kip was not a dragon anymore and the world was on the back of a turtle again…

 

 

So… How many hedgehogs does it take to screw in a light bulb? The answer. Ask the hedgehog once it gets out of the fog…

Published by scio / 2021
Topic: architecture fairy tails / competition entry

the visual exploration of the limits of architecture and design through story telling  

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