sense is whispering to me. It is creating a time pressure and it is lifting the view from the edge. Heh how serious can be reflection of the past. I feel like I'm getting lost in between of what I was doing and what I think I can do. With my art and with myself. It's like a living in a bubble where you can clearly see something on the other side, but you can not reach it because of some invisible boundaries. So let's so on, hang on with the impression of being lost. Not great impression, fear and anger mixing in between. So many ways and so deeply lost..