There was a certain feeling of restlessness. In the morning, thoughts appeared to be overwhelming, so I type them out until my fingers get stuck between the buttons. My thoughts too fast for my hands to keep up. It seemed to be the only way the impression of peace could return to my mind. Words intertwining with each other. A certain reverie is able to breath again, perhaps that is the motive behind it. 

Perhaps my work is the consequence of this. 

Date: 2019/2020