The street is cobbled and my knees are wobbly.

If this isn’t another tune, recommended by dear old Papa Shanghai. Oh how far I have fallen, leaving this void of unheard voices without a signal of life from myself. I need to excuse myself, I was staring very very closely at something that I have found to be strange.

If I had a microscope for humans, I might know what makes them act the way they do. But I don’t. So here I float, trying to come as close as possible. Offbeat, thanks to my new friend, the tune.

Beauty can be found in tranquility, wisdom in observation, kindness in touch, reflection in solitude. One needs to be able to accept the hurt, with all its consequences, to receive bliss.

Upon observing all these fleshy structures, I find all strains of emotions. Nobody is void. So I ask myself, should I let this void in which I am shouting, be filled by a genuine voice?

Truly this week and a half, I have found myself, observing. You, me, everything in between.

Well now you might be wondering, how can a metaphysical entity suffer from perspiration? How is it possible that the environment influences Papa Shanghai?

To be honest, I don’t know.

What I am expecting sweat to be is not always linked to temperature, humidity or strenuous activities. It might also be induced by the internal state. Mostly, it has a negative connotation. Feeling guilty, nervous, anxious. All in all, not comfortable.

But what if I tell you that sweat can be a direct result of humility? „Blushing is the sign of a noble heart“, said a wise Prince once. So why shouldn’t a few drops of sweat on the forehead have a similar meaning?

Finns sweat for fun.

Since when has the perfect image of a well-tempered body become the norm? Sweat is ubiquitous, it’s unavoidable.

So even though I am unable to push out a single droplet of sweat due to my metaphysical existence, I am with you, sweating sisters and brothers. Go get yourself some ice cold water, you deserve it.

I’ll gently blow a wind.

The foldable chair is a wonderful thing. It can be brought along with you, so that you may enjoy the exact spot of your choosing in heightened comfort. I wonder why we have never gotten the idea to permanently have a chair in everyday life.

Imagine how different waiting for public transportation would look like if everyone brought their own chair.

How would waiting in line look like? Would there be any complaints about waiting at all? On the contrary, a faster moving line would potentially spoil the comfort!

When looking deeper into the meaning that these foldable chairs could bring, it is useful to understand what constitutes their success. Largely, they give us support. They enable us to be elevated, off the ground, while maintaining a proper position. Are we even made to stand up on two legs?

This is easy for me to say, I am a floating metaphysical entity. But you people, you look tormented. Such an act of balance, so dreadful that you yourself need to recharge your energy in a horizontal position. Most pleasurable experiences in a humans life are done in any position but on two legs.

I am drifting off, as you do, when philosophising about humans.

The chair is not only supportive but moveable, and even more convenient, foldable. It can have little impact on daily life but blissful consequences. There are not many physical options in life with this price-performance ratio.

So in the end, we should always seek for reciprocity in life. The foldable chair brings us support, comfort. It de-stresses, soothes. Without taking much space or cramping life.

So why don’t we become foldable? Not forever, just a tiny bit. See when someone needs a chair, fold yourself a bit. Maybe they just need an armrest, not a whole chair. Let’s fold.

The sunflower has many seeds, which one will be the fruitful one? Which one ends up roasted or pressed?

University has many students, which one will make a groundbreaking discovery? Which one ends up maintaining status quo?

The rug spreads through the room, where will people walk most? Where will it keep a pristine look?

Why does the line where to tear never tear where it is supposed to? Do I pull too strong or not strong enough? What is the right speed to tear? I have teared the innocent part, again. Mea culpa.

Sometimes external events and decision that seemed golden at the time, can have the effect to bump you out of rhythm. The reason for this can largely be found in bottles and is widely available.

The result: a late weekly state.

The explanation: for various days, there was no state at all. Politically, physically, metaphysically.

To find the right rhythm again, you should find the metronome of your life. And if you’re telling me you don’t know what it is, I say you should make this your summer vacation mission.

Go and find it in a book or in real life. But once found, it will be there for the bumpy roads and asynchronies of life.

Call me or shout from the window, you tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.