Different perspectives

Bötten. Strange word towards one abstraction. A gentle touch on a pen followed by a shadow. Big and tall, small and fearsom. At the corner of that headlight, I find a trapped bush. Slowly I try to recover it, to unleash him from his timeless prison. Dust and sun. Heat. Cities with cars, people, buildings, rubbish, cats and dogs, tweety birds and a tonality. A dominant tonality. Grey with a spice of green.


Fjörds. Norway. One pack in my back. I´m off to that big space, air and wind, my life passing by at the rate of 1.0000000000000 flashbacks per second. Quite fast hein?
Bubbles.



And a book is found lying on a tree
And a tree founds at last her missing son - a book