I usually think I don’t connect with people
I look at everything from the outside
As a full-time anthropologist
As a 3D console game
As a terrarium full of sand from the Negev desert
Herds: the Friday evening beer
The coltan phone, the burger
The external monologue, the consumption of experiences
The girl, the boy is curious
But the office is as cold as the wind as it passes through the gorge
And it arches you likе the hind legs of a dog ... crossed
I was еscaping from a snowy village
To lock myself in a 75-square-foot apartment
And I thought that way I would be more isolated
With individuals above and below, piled up
Not exactly
But sometimes the echo of a djembe suddenly comes to me
And I connect with plants and the cosmos and I have more faith
Not much, but I close my eyes and see a wide sky
It must be my realm, a little calm
A dalmatian spot, a palm leaf
A little silence, untie the knot of the drama
Nu Drama