I welcome thee, my Subconscious. I hope that one day would arrive when I could evolve into you. You know who I am, and I know who you are. The prime goal for us now is to merge ourselves into that one Perfect being. Tall, dark and handsome, intelligent yet beautiful, gregarious yet mysteriously melancholic, strong yet soft and with an unparalleled Perfection. Somebody once said when asked whether he was perfect; “I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be imperfect and grow, and evolve with all my shortcomings”. Let me embellish the quote saying that want to be imperfect to feel imperfect, to give actions and words into all my instincts, my passions and my emotions, which the barriers of perfection would never let cross. Then again, Perfection is only an ideology, a fantasy. There is nobody who is perfect in this world (surely I wouldn’t want to be a nobody!). Thus, the sole venture of our project will be, to dissolve our own dissociated selves in the test tube of time, and from that reactive mixture, or rather that compound, scrape off our personal identities, to ultimately materialize into that elusive substance, which the geniuses of all ages have hypothecated as Perfection.
Perfection; a utopian day-dream.