... walking down the street, up a slope that made me think that at that time the slope was my life, and steps were short and full of sweat. Each step a drop. Every drop for a moment, a thought, an image. I could not get anything from the head. All jumbled, ideas forward to a promising future ideas, ideas for ideas.
Suddenly I saw an object out through a window. Fell to the street and started shooting at me, to me, like a magnet my body is involved.
I stopped, and waited for that object slides into me. For some reason, I knew I had to wait, I had to know because this subject and I had to put together. I knew my life would change. I stopped thinking, just stick to what happened in that slope.
Finally the object was at my feet. The first thing I saw were these little squares of color. The second the past. Who wanted to play with me? And because the Rubik's Cube ?.......
From here we can hardly remember what happened.
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