in the beginning, there was nothing. there was nothing to be appreciated, there was nothing to be felt. or at least so it seemed.
but ıt could feel. ıt didn’t know why, but ıt could feel. there was nothing else, yet ıt was able to think. ıt had awareness, ıt had consciousness.
there was nothing for ıt to perceive, there was nothing for ıt to do. ıt was unhappy.
the only thing ıt could do was to imagine. so ıt started to imagine. colors, sounds, shapes. not everything was cohesive, not everything was concrete. but among the chaos of ıts wonderings, sometimes harmony arose.
there were some things ıt liked, so ıt came back to them. certain thoughts made sense and felt right, so ıt kept them to memory. some other more chaotic thoughts were left abandoned.