I was dreaming that I was falling. I happen to have dreams about falling, but this one was different than usual – I wasn't scared. I was standing with someone on the window sill of a very tall building. That someone was explaining something to me; we were discussing something very animatedly. And suddenly, to that someone's evident surprise, I jumped. I was falling down very fast, the wall of the building and the rest of the world blurred into vertical, colourful lines, but the ground, if there was any, was very distant and invisible. I wasn’t falling towards my death, but towards something completely new. I woke up before I reached it, while still in the air.


I’m still thinking about what to do next. I’m pretty certain I know what, far into the future, but I need to decide how – and in what order, and whether I really should do it all. As always in between works, I have various bold moves, rule changes, circling around in my mind. But we shall see, we shall see.


(transl. Magdalena Małek-Andrzejowska)