COMPASS ROSE

Dawn breaks. It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day. In a marble temple, under a huge eight-pointed golden star that spins endlessly like a fan. A lot of water around me, rippling and slightly noisy. I feel trapped, constrained in a centrality I didn’t choose. I also notice my wet feet, but they must be my imagination. A decision has to be made, you can't stay where you are forever, I tell…