365 degrees view, most diagonal lines, curved lines, cables, the dragons belly’s veins, black, closing around me, like a curtain. And far away, at the other side of the belly I see the stomach belly button; some say it’s the rectus, the one called Fujiyamaguchi. The the mighty connector. The organ that keeps the dragon healthy and make look all his microplasms up, all of his bacteria’s up, all of the dragon’s inhabitants up.
Therefore, I look up, watching the invisible connection, watching the energy that comes and goes from the dragon’s bellybutton, or rectus.
And I look up, many times because there’s no other way to look. The sight is cubic, everywhere you look, and if you look with more attention you look a sense of guiltiness that invades the space where each one of them are looking, waiting, and thinking concerning feeling guilty. As I look around and interact with other living beings inside the dragons belly I see the confrontation between each other with their presence, their looks, and their body language. Confrontation is MUTE, no physical reaction,
When I think I’m a germ in a foreign belly, life achieves he goal of making feel bad to then give you the opportunity to fell a lot better, so the fujiyamaguchi is there for a reason.
