A series in construction; a series of phrases that cross my notes, the paper space I inhabit.
Being horizontal is not just about laying down, it is also about going across, piercing a wall, expanding the limits of my language.
This notebook is the place where the maxims of my horizon emerge. I have decided to share it with you. It is the fertile field where my words take on forms that seek to escape my old models. Maybe not escape... let my old models breathe. Let me breathe. Just like an open book.
Here, I’m trying to head into the light. Going east is my north, going towards the light is the north.