A Postcard For Norway

Small cross-section of everyday humanity. Travel slowly as the universe expands.

Small cross-section of everyday humanity.

Travel slowly as the universe expands.

A white dot on the map, our thoughts wandering

in the still unexplored regions of our mind.

I look at this place without borders as if it were not my reality

The author of a rudimentary truth awaiting transformation

Space as a social product or as a night-time silezio

Lines and surfaces borrowed to be reworked, discovered and returned

Like a new seed, a new form, of new freckles, the place becomes something else

Going back through the empty space that becomes new

As a wayfarer in a state of suspension, experience becomes truth

And having nothing left to hold back, we are free to let go

Observing the breath of things,

beyond habits, comfortable areas, known places.

Recognize oneself in the different that is always the same (self)

Recognize oneself in words limited by knowledge

The return is without departure

Muscle tensions like roads yet to come,

the eye never satiates and returns them.