I'm ridding on a sort of iridescent steppe, gorged with something gluttonous and/or swimming in a wide flat and unfathomable lake, in which we all are, men and women, together in the pseudo incapacity to localise our own beings whether in space or in time.



I'm not a magical shell in which you can hear the ocean, a sacred place, I am but a sword pointed towards the sky or a mere watercan.