MxCo, class of 2028
Your homework sits in front of you. You lean back. Look within. Without. The walls around you fade, the walls beyond reveal. You peer. Wondrous things. Beyond possibilities, beyond imaginations. You see another you, talking with friends; another, tinkering with a machine; another plotting machinations with wondrous symbols and letters. You shift in your seat, listless. The walls bleed back, the plaster and wood reform. The kaleidoscope shifts right, then left, as you look down at your homework. Countless of the same document blur; some done, some undone. You return to your assignment, the kaleidoscope shifting. You see choices - countless paths, options, possibilities, what could be done, what to take. You take your path - a well-worn trail, but shadows lurk. The kaleidoscope shifting. You see yourself on the way to school, in bed, finishing homework. Frustrated, leaving. Paths to take. Blurring patterns. Shifting colors. Possibilities beyond imagination.
Every small push. Every fork in the road. The kaleidoscope is a tree. The roots. The roads everywhere that lead beyond. Endless. Beyond. Each turn of the kaleidoscope is a new world, a new imagination, never like the rest. Never to be replicated. Infinite paths. Choices. Never seen before.
Shifting colors, shifting light. Possibilities beyond our sight. Stories beyond what could be told, paths surpassing what could be wrote. Each choice we make, each decision we take. All making the shadows we cast. All creating the legacy we last.
I thought of how the kaleidoscope represents the Multiverse - countless other versions of ourselves, some similar, some not, all coming from similar roots to lead entirely different lives, defined by the choices we've made. It's like the kaleidoscope, where you can begin with the same pattern and end up with entirely different ones because of the turns you made. The kaleidoscope is wonderfully confusing, but brilliantly so. I want my work to reflect that.