le fil

there is a thread everywhere.
it runs symmetrically with everything beautiful, everything sad, everything obscure, everything! between you and me, between the tree and your blouse.
if i have a thread, it runs sub/unconsciously, i interpret this thread as the senselessness of my existence. in which i tangle. in which i came to live with and in which i can begin cherishing it's presence.
and in this linear, i tangle it up, i try different knots and different outlets/accesses. because this linear gives form to enable contents.
it runs like a melody over a base-tune, this thread of mine.



Camille performing Assise live.