About Me

The asphalt that’s rolling underneath my tires, the clouds running underneath my feet, a single white line in the middle separating good from bad.

I was created to run.

To constantly look for a line           -

                                  a point        •

                                  a symbol     λ

I have a constant fear for what I’m going to find.

I don’t own the supreme knowledge.

And even if I someone offered it, I would turn it down.

I’m water and air, I claim recognition.