One of those foggy mornings. I once again wake up, the head full of crazy thoughts, some small, some big, a few dotted ones, plenty twisted, whimsical or nice, kind or hairy, somehow sensible, and a lot of those thoughts which spin! I start bouncing, it tingles, but I am alone in the living room. Sad. Then I realize, how unfortunate it is, not being able to share those ideas, not being able to plant those seeds of fantasy that could grow and expend…
Everything is in order… But here I come… Here I am… With you ! And if you want to know why “(NØ)NARRATIVE-LINES”, come, look around and read this.