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.
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.
