Diktat in Breda - September 29-30, 2007

Something between something to do when there is something to do the rest of your life,considering that something can be done while you are not at home, and something else could be fullfilled when you are away, travelling.



I still have to find out this special zeppelinesque kind of life that comes with the french mother tongue. Other words, other birds, like ideas, leaves, unwritten feuilles de papier.



This is all about what happens in the inbetween lines, when you don't expect it. It is the hidden zone, so clear, so unawaiting, that lies just one footstep away from the road in front of you. It is about abandonement, and then returning, carrying somebody else's memories.

It is about a book,
dictating
words

writing
reading

coming home while travelling away

and then listen again.