is changing with times, people, light, snow and sunny days, words we speak, and worlds we don't, words that lay right in front of you and they look at you meaning nothing.. maybe your handwriting means a lot. to you. but there is so many. of them. on that floor. and la marelle, Rayuellf, Hopscotch, Классики, is drawn on the floor each night, and people jump and jump on "happiness", "home", "husband" and "wife", "success" and "loser:, just to jump away from all this absurd which keeps the spirit suffocating..
we continue the experiment. simple "life" and "death", "love" and "hate" lose their meaning immediately as soon as they are in the language you don't know, or in the handwriting you don't want to try to understand. the handwriting that wrote "je t'aime" but not known to you, means nothing.. something about knowing the hand? the person? so why write it? why not?
there.. the old puzzle of the meaning, the labyrinth of walls, made of words, go, hide behind them, it's safe, you will never be alone behind these walls, there is no fear to be alone anymore.. wolds help to cover things up...
so why not play then? let's play words...
if you can
if you CAN
