I’m following in your footsteps. Where you were just now, I want to be there. I’m trying on your color. So that the spirit of the hunter will unite us.
I walk from the black stripe to the white one. And then I run back to you. How do I connect these two extremes? They’re both beautiful. To the point of ugliness.
I’m standing with the current. Where it’s hard to go unnoticed. I still don’t understand the circumstances of this coincidence. I’m almost on My Way. I’m almost Milky. That’s my story – endless.
Inside me, the motive is simple. About the fact that the tiny Christmas tree is so cold in winter. Snow covers trails and tracks. I don’t know how to find my way home.
