06/09/03 — Back to the world
33 hours from Kiev to Linz. In a train. Without a food carriage. Nuts.
Half a grapefruit and a glass of the palest white wine by the Danube. Who would ever have thought I'd be here? And only two days ago I was in Kiev — poor Kiev, bustling Kiev, old harsh Kiev nestled in its parklands trying to remember better days. here there is wealth and the future and the space and freedom to explore art. Here the question is" what shape do I make in my space? How do I express space, shape, sight? Not: How am I expressed, what shape can I squeeze myself into out of the space that is given me?
My life is blessed. Surreal. Motion. Change. Uncertainty. Shifts and steps. I do not belong. Chameleon and yet: everywhere I stand out. Remora? resonance and return. Palest white wine on the banks of the Danube. Art. Expression. Sunshine. Life. Warmth. Change.