There is a vague space in me. A space between the past and the present. Somewhere in the back, in the memoire of my past experiences I remember something of great importance, yet I have forgotten the intense feelings which came with it. It is as if my whole emotional field is being wiped out clean; leveled to the ground and ready to be rebuild. To be able to construct a stronger foundation, one must take out everything, examine it and decide what needs to be tossed out, what is worth reusing and what needs to be replaced with brand new… Under construction, literarily and figuratively I have been trying to rebuild, renew and reexamine. I also made a conscious decision not to think about subjects which can skew my outline. I don’t have a clear vision, and it is perfectly fine with me. I don’t want to have anything clear because I know that life isn’t the final blueprint. Life isn’t designed and drawn in order to be followed to the millimeter with fear it can end up a crooked house. Life is a working progress, which can always be corrected and adjusted to make it your own; an exclusive, one of a kind mansion… and yes, it’s ok if it ends up crooked. That’s what makes it like no other.