We get online. We read and we think and we reply and we think and we read and we react and... Then we stop for coffee, for lunch, for a cigarette. And we talk. About what we’ve been reading, and thinking, and replying.
-Have you seen the guy who said…?
-Oh, yes! But don’t you think that…?
And it feels like no, I can’t think anymore.
We’ve been reading, thinking, discussin, live and online. We’ve been talking about artists and change and society for like feels since for ever. And, honestly, I think we all need some time to process it all.
I can imagine myself lying on the beach in a couple of months, eyes closed, light breeze on my skin. I can imagine the coin suddenly dropping, and me jumping off the towel and going “of course!”.
This forum will be closed then, but the ideas I don’t yet know it has given me will continue to grow, to spring, to burst.
I wish you’ll be somewhere I can reach you then to talk about them. I wish I won’t be lying alone on the beach.