Lucid eyes

The end of the binary gaze.

I am here. You can deny me, with your zeros and ones eyes, not able to look beyond the framework of your own life and world. But I am still here. I may not look the way you want me to look, you want the world to look, with clarity and easily fileable words. Man. Woman. Strong. Weak. Gay. Straight. Good. Bad. The world is a place of complexity, chaos, greyscales, and noise. To make sense of this world humans invented gods, rituals, codes, norms, and rules to make sense. To get a grip. Not knowing what would get lost by doing that. The noise, the infinite greys, the beauty… But the world isn’t having it. Slowly, but steadfast, without hesitation, it shows us what is lost. What we can gain. The spaces between, the confusion, the not-knowing, the openness, the transparency, the freedom…