The Door — Friday, May 15, 2026.

In a previous, less theocentrical (slightly meaningless) era of my life, when I engaged in animation without any visible purpose or attainable goal, a strange concept constantly arrived at me. Roughly, it was this:

A character is seen habitating his room at different times throughout the day, with the passage of time being indicated not by natural light sources but by clocks. They perform different activies of varying productivity and scale, but their actions don't matter. Around the end of the day, they encounter an unseen door in a familiar place of their room. Once they open it (they are conditioned to opening it, no one could handle its suspense for too long) they'd wake up in a world where the passage of time was distorted. Usually accompanied by rapidly spinning sun and moon imagery. After the scene we see them destroyed, unable to cope with their inability to have invested their time correctly.

Today is a holiday. I've had a few of those before but the conditions were such that they enabled me to uncover this memory since quite a while ago. The ambience of the day reminded me of rain and cloudy skies. When I opened curtains and it was revealed to me that the day was actually sunny, I immediately closed them again.