Project: A new era

01 — I FOUND YOU

Like a blinded moth that loses its way, not knowing where it ought to be,
That single beacon, that one light that slowly, slowly flies from me,
A thousand times it lingers, then it flees, then seems to wait for me.
I fell so low, I know it well—
The fault belonged to me.
I've boarded countless trains; how many stations I have seen, I do not know.
Country after country—far too many to remember where I am now.
Turning like a propeller that keeps trying, but can never slow itself down.Just one moment to reflect,
So I might understand:
I believed myself alone, though I was never on my own;
I thought you far away, while you were already flying home.
I played the part of winner, though defeat had laid me low,
But you brought me back to life when I had nowhere left to go.
I'd already surrendered, already said goodbye,
Closed every drawer and packed my whole life away,
Ready to lose myself as well—
And then I found you again.
I'd already surrendered, steeled myself to fall,
For the final leap that would erase it all.
I could find no reason to remain—
And then I found you again.
And I had been convinced that life had lost the final trace of mystery,
That neither dawn nor sunset played the faintest hint of melody,
That every finish line was crossed and all the world belonged to me.
I possessed nothing,
Imprisoned in a present
With no past remaining and no future left in sight,
With its passion sealed behind a wall of towering height,
Hiding from the world and every soul that passed outside,
Then you asked me, “Try again—
Try it with a song.”
I'd already surrendered, already said goodbye,
Closed every drawer and packed my whole life away,
Ready to lose myself as well—
And then I found you again.
I'd already surrendered, steeled myself to fall,
For the final leap that would erase it all.
I could find no reason to remain—
But then I found you again.
Only a moth—
But now I have my candle.

He has travelled through stations, cities, countries and entire continents. He has run far, achieved much, desired and conquered almost everything. Wealth, fortune, power: all seemed within his grasp; the only thing that mattered was never to stop.

Because stopping means listening. And listening can be more dangerous than losing. It makes us vulnerable. And to win everything, one cannot afford to be vulnerable.

The world then becomes a surface to be crossed, a territory to be used, a sum of opportunities to be bent to one's will. You win, you move on, you win again. Until victory no longer resembles a conquest, but a locked room into which no one and nothing can enter.

I Found You was born in that room. At the moment when everything seems complete, the drawers are closed, the luggage packed, and the final journey appears to be the only one still possible.

Then someone arrives. Or perhaps returns.

She brings no easy promise, but an older memory: she reminds the protagonist that beneath the man who has possessed everything, someone still exists who is capable of writing a song. A forgotten poet. A voice not yet extinguished.

Perhaps he is merely a moth, destined to burn itself out in a brief life, but now he has a candle around which to circle.

And for the first time, he is not merely moving forwards.

He is living.