Akziko zuga, akziko zuwa, akziko zuka. (There is no other thing, there is no other person, there is no other reality). And so i am writing only to you: that other, who is not other. This unknown life is mine, but it is also yours. I write this from the solitude of my studio, where I think about the dilemma of being alive, and what to do about it? And sometimes I wonder if life and death are the same, only they speak in a different language and many of the words do not translate. Thoughts like these are like small birds - better on the wing than trapped in a room - so I am setting them free, and this is the result.