we think we choose but we just copy each other

tangled up in the city i live in. what surrounds me creates me.

i work alone on lenaustrasse. is it dangerous to be without a tribe or herd. do natures rules apply in the city?

what s next?  it takes discipline to  prevent a tailspin of fear, and calmly check the windows and doors of opportunity until the hurricane passes

i peer over the fence. fresh territory to dig. wheeling into the mud i realise i dont have a plan.

travel catapults us into fresh territory that reawakens the senses

let the invisible lines that connect us in a city strain taut. play an urban melody. emphasize our interdependence. go out of your way.