29. March 2020

These strange days lead us from the outside to the inside. Big noise becomes a whisper. Humans' silence don't cover bird songs. Our self created worlds die. Inside and outisde. A lot of shimmering distraction and hasty fast life has died these days. It could be filled with nature, it could be filled with the roots we need. But fear cut these roots. Too many words and thoughts fill the air with negativity. Sad faces. Scared glances. Joy of life has vanished from their faces. They kill art with...