news from trouble // july 2016
Yesterday I had a good long talk with my friend and drummer Domi Chansorn about growing and moving in different directions at different speed: Upward/ Onward/ Inward/ Forward/ Sideways/ Nowhere/ All of us/ At the same time/ In the same space.
Isn‘t it a miracle that we‘re not always bruising each other to death?
„That‘s what talking was invented for, to minimize bruises“ I thought on my ride home then fell off the bike.
get bruised-see you