The Climb

(From 2012, some assignment about something, that no one read, translated)

I am infinitely smaller than the world in which I am. It seems that for every step the giants of these world take, I have a year of travel on foot to catch up. I'm not hungry, the proof that this is a dream. That's the rational conclusion, though everything in me tells me this is real, so maybe it is. The checkered pattern stretches till infinity, I didn't reach the glass, I couldn't climb the wall, but in the center of everything there was a tree, thin but endless, that in a horizon so fast I didn't notice creeping up on me. Perhaps it's really a dream. I began to climb it and with the increasing height the world seemed to get smaller and smaller. I didn't look around whilst climbing, I must have taken an eternity to get up there but when I came too I was next to the broad treetop leaves of the thin tree. Suspended I look around, the height of my position reveals more that at ground level. I leave the tree and stand up, on what I don't know, definitely a dream. I look around, with a tiredness I have no memory of. The immenseness surrounding me and my infinitesimal presence takes away all my drive. I sit down, I know not where, put on my sunglasses and search around without contemplating anything. It's one of those moments. When you went too far and now you have to go back, but not quite yet, that moment when you reached your objective but you still don't have the next one in queue. All you have is the empty accomplishment of reaching the previous one. I'm at the top of the mountain, I placed my flag. Now what? I'll think about it in while...