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Part 3: No Water to Draw with or the Colours of Water

The Cosmic Blink
It was in a blink of an eye that a cosmic change happened.
Something changed.
Something got broken.
A water pipe in their neighbourhood burst, letting out a rainbow of colours.

1,2,3 blink, they wake up, walk like a zombie to the bathroom, no water.
1,2,3 blink, they change their mind, they change the way they see the world, the world has changed
They are now faced with a cosmos of possibilities and uncertainties.
A Rainbow of colours

One by one asks: Do we have water in the cupboard?
One by one walks to the corner shop: Do they still have water?
Blood is boiling inside their vessel as one by one, transparent bottles are travelling out of the store.
Questions spiral out of order in their black box:
How long is it going to last for? Who would help me if things get worse!

1,2,3, blink,  they buy two bottles, they walk up to their neighbour, they stand in front of their door.
1,2,3, blink, they change their mind, they change the way they see the stranger, they are me, I am they.
They can only see one way
A light with no fractal

One by one, they knock on their neighbour door
One by one, they are welcomed with a smile and a thank you.
The water comes back
The world has not collapsed
The relief they feel.

1,2,3, blink, the neighbour brings them some chocolate cake to thank them for their kindness.
1,2,3, blink, What they knew was dead, they changed when reaching out, The Cosmos was reconfigured

in a blink...

When there were no water on Braunstone Frith, 30th July 2018
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