ПУТЬ/THE WAY (2019)
This is not a philosophical notion, or a conception, or a religion.
It is this kind of physical sensation of being pulled, as if you were tied to a rope and you were dragged like a sheep. This is not an idea, it is a state. It is a state of perpetual discomfort in this world, because you understand that everything around you is but for a time, that you leave it all behind, that it is no longer your concern since you carry on. You have nothing to do here, your home is elsewhere, you have to go. I am glad to see you all, but I have to go. It is this kind of little river, on which you sail in your tiny boat. To go your way, you have to feel longing in your heart, a constant longing for a place I shall sooner or later reach. There is a place where my true home is and my way is longing for this home and it is a thread linking me and my home. I am holding one end of the thread in my hand and the other end is fading into the darkness of the unknown, but I have to follow this thread to the unknown, for the only reason I was born into this world is to return home.