The New Year brought new dreams and new adventures to us. During the previous year, we had travelled to many places and I even saw islands, to which I had never before imagined I was going to have the possibility to go. That was only the beginning. Even though my death anxiety was not that great anymore, in my mind there was still the thought that I have to do what I have never done, before I die. We didn't want to travel anywhere else -- at least not this year.
After the beginning of 2029, I felt I wanted to spend more time at home. I knew that the countdown to our returning to Norway had already started and only my studies were keeping me back. So, I was keeping myself busy with gardening a lot and the house itself. I liked house decorations and I had lately started watching videos of how to make ceramic pottery. My brother knew how to make glasses of clay and I had always found it to be really interesting. I had always wanted to learn how to make these by hand, but I'd never set a goal for that before, nor did I ever get the chance to do it. I, therefore, gave a promise to myself that once I go back home, first thing, I'll join a ceramic pottery arthouse and learn how to work with clay.
While I was at home, I'd started to watch a series on Netflix. Its name was Dark and I was watching it along with my daughter, Anna. Even though I was 33 years old, I was so hooked on it -- my daughter was too, though she was only 13. I had started watching it, as I was told that the place, in which the setting of the series was, is very reminiscent of the village Bryan used to live in Yorkshire and there was also a cave, similar to that one in the woods close his place. I love Yorkshire and, as I was going there constantly, I considered it to be something like my second home. Therefore, I was so interested in watching a series like that, mainly because of the landscape.
To cut a long story short, the plot goes as follows. A scientist creates a time machine, through which you can travel to the past -- or to the future. The gate is through Winden Woods, through a door in a cave. And the series shows how four different families, while they seem to be connected via mere friendship, in the beginning, they actually are...nothing but relatives. All these members of the families are the so-called voyagers and are part of a team, called Sic Mundus Creatus Est.
The series gets so complex, that you can't completely understand it, without getting confused, if you watch it only once. I watched all three seasons about three or four times so that I could understand how one is connected to the other. To make this clearer I have to bring an example. A character's daughter is her mother at the same time. So to say, the daughter went to the past, gave birth to her and then the baby was abducted (I won't say by whom, because my readers will get confused even more), it was transferred to another era and, adopted since, gave birth to two girls, one of which was, in fact, her own mother. And all this falls into a loop -- this is what the whole series is all about. Everything is repeated time and again and time itself has stopped.
People who know me are aware of the fact that time scares me. I'm frightened by the fact that times flies and I might not have the time to do all I ever wanted in my life. And this series stepped on this fear of mine and that's the reason why I loved it so much. I was so fond of this series that, when my sister, Johanna, came to visit, we watched it again together. When we watched the last episode, she said to me:
"Hey, this series was so good that we could somehow use it in the future".
"Fanfic", I said jokingly and my sister frowned and then we burst out into hysteric laughter. Johanna knows that, if there's something I detest in 'art', that's fanfiction. It's the most useless and most stupid thing ever.
"Album", she corrected me.
"Hmm", I said. "Do you think we could make a small duet and compose an album inspired by Dark?"
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INGRID (ENGLISH VERSION)
General FictionThis is the story I have been so long writing, in its English version. It is a fictional story and refers to the life and personal details of a supposed 40-year-old Norwegian musician, author and poet-ess. She is supposed to write her own autobiogra...
