It was a late-night after a long and tiring day in London, we arrived a week ago for the London Art Biennale and it was one of the most condensed and inspiring times I ever had. When Orly and I got back to the hotel near midnight we were completely worn out. Orly went to sleep and I opened the T.V zipping channels, we don’t have a T.V in our bedroom so I enjoyed a stream of new visuals and even enjoyed the commercials. Then I zipped to a channel in which there was a beautiful tree, normally I would continue zipping, but something made me pause on this tree that looked motionless, it was dark outside, we were in a quiet neighborhood in Chelsea near Earl’s Court, no sound from outside, I felt I am falling asleep looking at this motionless majestic tree on the screen, then suddenly there was a movement from within the tree’s trunk, there was a blink in one side of the upper trunk followed by another blink from the other side of the upper trunk, the tree opened his eyes first a narrow slit then wide open, there was a movement in the lower part of the tree’s trunk, the tree opened his mouth and said:
“You think I am a tree but I am not a tree
You think that you will live forever but you will not live forever”
I don’t remember what happened next probably I fell asleep; I don’t remember what channel it was nor to what film or episode this tree belonged.
When I woke up for my last day in London those words were so clear in front of my eyes like written with phosphorous colors on the wall:
“You think I am a tree but I am not a tree
You think that you will live forever but you will not live forever”
So many thoughts were evoked by this bizarre sentence.
How many times I wrongly defined objects or people or places?
How many days did I take my life for granted?
“You think I am a tree but I am not a tree
You think that you will live forever but you will not live forever”
