I'm upside down. The world turns on its axis, and the waters of the ocean spin me around. In this world, my dreams flash before my eyes, tossing and turning, going up and down, as if riding the waves on a boat down the seashore. Without any reason or idea, I decide to try and calm the waters, further landing me in a deep river of secrets. Nothing is familiar, and everything seems abstract.
The sand beneath my toes, and the water waist deep, I've jumped off the boat, throwing myself overboard. I now swim with the fish, swimming until I reach some spot of land, whether an island, the shore, or an archipelago. The world continues to turn, and my dream slowly, but surely comes closer. I close my eyes and breath. The waves overwhelm me as I struggle to breathe. I open my eyes, and I am on shore. I managed to reach land, something I never thought possible after struggling for so long to reach something important to me, the land and not the sea.
The world revolves around one axis, and as Atlas holds it up on his shoulders, the world shakes, and buildings turn upside down, nothing is at it seems. The ceilings are upside down, the world is upside down; the only thing that is right side up is the group of people living on this earth, striving, of course, for their American Dream, something they've always wanted and are still striving to reach, something I have reached and lost all at the same time, when the waves came and swept back to sea after I reached the shore.
