Alles in Bewegung

Sometimes life seems like a poorly written quest - with unclear rules, glitches, and sudden ‘levels’ that no one promised would be easy to pass. Everything collapses, is rebuilt, collapses again, and then it turns out that this is the plot. Mistakes here are not the end, but simply a loading screen before the next chance.

Every new day is like a ‘retry’ button. Somewhere between exhaling and inhaling, the desire to live returns: to paint the debris with bright colours, to pick yourself up again and laugh at how seriously everything was taken before. There is a strange harmony in this chaos - as if life is constantly checking to see if we have forgotten to rejoice even when the dust has not yet settled.