Follow the rail, down the road...suivre les traces du chemin intérieur

Sometimes, you just gotta walk towards the sun. Long road ahead, no map. Just a trace, a feeling, an intuition. Sometimes, we're part of no thing.

 Pulling on that thread I feel it unravelling my certainties. You just keep on walking.
Plug in that gear, trace your fingers across instruments, make new sounds, hear new thoughts. 

You're watching a picture being born.

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