Holding a cup of drink, that your good friend just passed on to you, with a trashy party song going on at the back and you are having a really good time, but then all of a sudden it crawls inside you again. It whispers in your ear, it holds your bones, it is there again and you stand still, holding the cup and contemplating that this is it. Your lips aren’t stretched as they were before, you stop smiling and realize how temporary everything is. The very thought of everything ending soon and you being left alone, no one to answer to and no one to ask any question to.
This is about relating to geographies, matter and people that resonate with my sense of being alone, with no one around, rotting and rusting away into the air of loneliness.