Several actors on stage, known, unknown; several possible dialogues, and still one story being written… Actually no, several stories being written, shortcuts of reality bumping onto each other, and among these, mine, bumpy and bumping. Is it about going with the flow, or riding the flow like the surfer on the wave, or the kayaker on the current, always moving slightly, always supporting the direction, looking at the horizon and still leveraging from the movement around, using it, living with it. They control their own move, and they use the situation; fascinating!
A Fish on a Hill 