I come from a place not so far from here,

where bodies, birds and plants live as one.

You can hear the voices of stones, humans, plants and animals speaking to each other.

Moving in a world without end.

Remember, years and years and years ago, you asked me, is there a future?

You said, I wonder what kind of days are lying ahead?

I said, pause, rest, ponder …

You walked away needing an answer … never had any, never pretended to, not once.

And for a long time, you were moving, wondering, speeding, until the virus came.

Unrest, rest, masks, disinfectants, the social, the antisocial, the bans, the fears, the common and the uncommon, the rational and the irrational.

Remember the distance, the absence, the loss? The losses? The lack?

The lack of touch, the lack of skin.

Two meters apart.

The lack of hugs, please keep six feet apart.

Pause.

For a long time, there was turmoil and havoc and confusion and mistrust.

But if you had stopped for a second, if you had paused for a second,
you would have actually paid attention to the things around you.

The trees, the animals and the forest, falling,...