welcome to wildland

I studied too much and forgot most of it. I sat too long on the same uncomfortable chair. I still do. I walk every day the same streets, wherever I end up living it's always the same street and same sticky dream. I should get in. I should knock. I should shout: let me in or let me out!

This is a waking-up exercise, my field of ambiguous studies, a dada land or a way to know. Maybe a place to get happily lost. How would I know? Nothing here is ready, nothing will ever be. But we have to go on dancing. Nature will take over!