My inability to understand reality and feel at home in it, causes me to continuously ask questions. In my quest I find secret reasons, striking relations and accidental patterns. I associate, disassemble and build up a new reality, to which I give a temporary meaning. I don’t know what things are, and I never succeeded in saving and remembering the “fixed” meaning of things. In my brain meanings dissolve, logic connections fall apart and new constellations of possibilities are formed. Within the constant flow of ideas that whirl over and through each other, I materialize one of the possible realities. Within my brain nothing stands firm. There are no boundaries, everything is possible, and even though I try to understand and decipher reality, everything slips away from me in the moment I believe I have a little understanding of something.