Back to the life. The life of what?

I start a job. I work with dogs and dog-sledges. Somewhere on my way to Tromso I lost a part of me. I find moments that make me feel fulfilled, I find another ones that make me feel foolish. There is something missing in all that surround me. The piece of unpredictable adventure and passing landscape.
I drink tran and in some way I cheat my body that there is enough Sun to produce vitamins that makes you feel happy. I read travel blogs of my friends and in some way I cheat my mind that there is enough move to produce adrenaline that makes you feel traveling. I work with dogs and in some way I cheat my feelings that there is enough affection to produce love that makes you feel special. I talk with people and in some way I cheat my senses that there is enough thoughts to be worked out as an interesting conversation. I go dating and in some way I cheat myself that there is somebody in the World who can love me.

I meditate over the fjords on the empty beach, I empty my mind from all bullshit around, I concentrate on the waves of energy and try to steer them in the best way I can do it. I don't listen to the voices of unacceptability. I stare at the moon that comes at the midday and although I know it's not the Sun my mind is cheated so easily and the desire of watching the burning ball so intense that the illumination is unstoppable. Pastels are drawing the space, smoothly shaping the tones of the sleepy world that hanged above is more surrealistic than life we can choose. Flashes of smashed rays keep you on believing there is still some life below the line of horizon. The clouds perform the act of dissolution between dreams and realms. Outside, the power of light is equal to three bulbs from the kitchen. Inside, the sleeping cat is moaning while scratching behind the ear. Borders don't bother any more any bored brothers of bars of sunlight. And that's all. Burst of unidentified feelings in the world where the feelings had been captured long before the world existed. The atoms of illusion. Illusion from the atoms.

Please choose your own Mendeleev's drink. Can be even with lemon and palm sticked into your ass.