Final blog entry Rapture shuns remembering – like dreams when waking. Shared joy is not accustomed to explanation, an invention to measure lightness is yet to be discovered. But some dreams do stay with us, and are Blueprints of the Future. The time at the academy is one of them.

It’s in my hair, in my head and mouth it shortens my breath It’s under my tongue and in-between my teeth it wraps around their roots It’s behind my eyes and around my eyeballs it fills my under-eyes like tiny sacks I tightly close my eyes and squeeze them with…