…I often find myself trying to stop for a moment, to find a grip or a place to hold on to.

At times it seems like I'm sailing from place to place among countless hurricanes and thinder-storms. While weathering through these storms, I'm looking for a safe harbor, trying to reach my imaginary home, that I have built for myself.

There are moments, after a heavy storm that I can stop. These moments are where I have found my place, and from these points I can return back.