"the idea of arriving somewhere we might forever more call our home is an illusion"



"its seems almost that exile (in the sense of intentional abandonment by one's own choice or an actual space of exile beyond all affiliations) brings alive an inner calling to retrace the thousands of steps, which we intuit as living in our cells, as dancing through our memory in unfathomably shifting, deceptive images."







we have to retrace our last 1000 steps to find where we should have been all along. the roots in which we grow have never stemmed from a sense of security. but in fact this idea of "aerial exile".



the "I" then becomes singular again...leaving our traceable steps visible.