Kayla & Caleb

Kayla and Her Heavy Pendant

When Kayla feels tired, her brain has the tendency to make her think that she needs some rest. She hopes that after this period of fatigue, she will be back on her feet, full of energy. But in reality, Kayla has nothing to rest from, at least nothing so major to have her feeling this way. Along with her pathological exhaustion, this common-sense gets fogged up in her mind, leaving her as confused as ever, and ultimately, laying on the couch, waiting for the surge of energy to bring her forth out from the pit.

The mystery that she unconsciously neglects is that she has to get the heavy pearly pendulum swinging. Every morning she wakes up, every time her legs get stiff and cold from sitting for too long, every time her body starts to feel that numbness from the mindless lying on the couch. Every single time she forgets to tell herself, remember, you’re stuck because there’s no momentum!

Without momentum, corrosion ensues

Unless she pushes the hanging ball across the ether and gets it swinging, she will lie there coming up with reasons for hating her own life. Contributing to the unfortunate and previously unreal actuality, she begins to make her passive state into a dark, obscure reality, where she loathes herself and keeps the hatred coming. Hatred for the very thing that ultimately determines the direction of her life. Her Self, her core, the essence of her being. The vessel now corrodes with every single thought that Kayla manifests inside, and with these actions of careless destruction, she drains the holy water from her basin.

Against the power of the will, which seems like a boring concept nowadays, she’s pressed against the couch with her thoughts of self-dissatisfaction. And slowly it begins, the deadly spreading of the Spore. Growing from the darkest places, planting silent seeds down from the grave. The Mold expands, it occupies the vessel. Kayla’s lost now in the fog, not knowing she is in it. Her legs get rigid, her mind floats flooded with denial. It seems as though there is no breaking loose from the clutches of the Devil’s pollen.

If a light comes shining from the mist, giving hope to Kayla that despite all this, there is a way, maybe then this flipside fairytale can come to a fortunate conclusion, and Kayla will decide to stay. Showing that no matter what, we shouldn’t sign our life away.

Outlander in Turmoil

Even though Caleb’s rather optimistic, it still got to him. He stood there looking outside the window thinking to himself, Am I stupid? Am I actually stupid? No, of course not… It cannot be, I do feel smart in my own way.

Confused existence

Sitting at the desk in university, seeing how they all do it so well. Pupils sat attentively observing, while his disconnected mind wondered, floating somewhere in the middle of the auditorium. Trying to get his mind to focus, having the connection break-up seconds after. Looking right, gazing left, staring right down in front. Minds manifesting attention, minds collecting information. Focus shifts right down to him, self-consciousness arises, causing disarray to this group of successful people wannabes. All Caleb can think about is himself. How he does not understand, how it’s so hard for him to comprehend this… How are all these people here making all of this look easy? Listen, read, calculate, repeat. Grasping the ways of masters like shooting hoops one after the other. The more he waits and hesitates, sitting in confused frustration, the more the group moves forward, becoming very bright and so intelligent.

Days pass by, months pound on, the year finally decides to end. Through confused and unbending dedication Caleb moved on forward through the seasons, trying to keep up with the top-tier pupils of the 21st century. Through blue-inked pages of numeric nonsense, through journeys from the institution, through shed bitter tears in the public transport.

Gray-haired anticipation

Caleb came up to the window once again, now years after graduation. This time looking out into a different landscape, but still having this strange, already familiar confusion, nesting down inside of him. Suddenly, for a single moment, the whole picture appeared before his eyes, almost an abstract, metaphysical conception, shattering this pointless competition in his head. This is what I’m good at. Yes, yes! — he said acknowledging his gifts, — how ignorant and foolish have I been. Comparing this one life to countless other people and what is worse, pushing his own essence to the ground, in those well-educated auditoriums.

Throughout the years he always felt inferior before those people with big brains. The ones that are now successful, who seemed to not stray too far away from their dedications. Caleb could not think like them, he could not achieve those things. So many of them were smart and clever, while he felt nothing whatsoever. And then he saw it in the moment, collecting everything in retrospect.

Caleb understands nature, behaviors, he can connect the dots from different worlds. He notices the sun. His heart vibrates from the melodies in music. He feels the space, that stays there in the air between those buildings. He knows what it means, when you look away from me, he know what it means, when the grass leans away from the sea. Caleb sees how the verses and the music align our thoughts with rhyme, how poetry and melody are the very same in some strange way.

He knows that he was jealous, he tried to grow the fur they had, the claws they used to climb those tall and rigid trees. When in reality, his fins have been mistreated, his eyes have now dried out, he cannot see, he cannot breath this air, he has to dive into the sea.

Hello fellow beautiful mole, throbbed down the pipeline! My name is Elliott, and I’m just reporting the latest news from up above the underground. Here in the catacombs, we issue a good dose of intellectual masturbation.

The Electric Pipeline is providing a perspective on the psychological human state and its dynamics, where the world’s heading, and what can the (wo)man in the mirror do about it. Thanks for reading and see you around!