N°1
New horizons forever looking forward.
Tearing up bridges as each step forges new ground.
What’s the point of an archive if the wind is all that counts
All that makes it feel real.
So many promises to build on a new day
To keep up the good work, the good effort
To keep consistent
But what if I’m brand new with every second
What if I’m not made to draw a line
That keeps skipping of the page?
Who am I
Who am I if not the blank in the dotted line.












