In the beguinning there was the octopus

Its a pleasure to recall how it was, I mean, to tell you how I started my life underwater. As the results of a betrayal I hope to explain someday, my hobby became a way of earning a living. Well, as far as I remember it, the beginnings were as a four years old child conversation with his mother. As they walk the kid is waving his hand to say hi to everybody, discovering a new world of happiness behind each corner. When he talks to his mother everything becomes a question linked to another endlessly (why this, why that…) so in that shape I was for a couple of years. I remember thoughts rounding through my mind, worried about how I was supposed to fill the silences, hanging on to my neck trying to suffocate me. As time passed my head was taking control of the situation and even getting used to the darkness and to the sense of vacuum. I learned under the sea was a good place to stop time and think about life itself. Handwork cleared up my mind and allowed my thoughts to fly even further. That’s how I found myself most of the time fantasizing, dreaming myself surrounded by warm and nice female shapes, caressing me to the point of turning my skin upside down, as an octopus recently fished, to look at my entrails.