A switch in speed
A turn of tone
Sharper images of self lurking forward
Where to put our feet next?
Which earth do we uproot next?
Whom do we address?
When we talk about the world
Whether or what we focus on
What I need to go through?
Which narrow bridge to pass?
This cave needs light
This shadow is in need of change of air
Can we face the faces we carry?
These lines are part of some writings I composed last year during the first lockdown in France starting 16.03.2020
Joscha's Space 