JOURNAL

Not perfect. Just moving. PERFEKT. With a K. Not because it is correct. Because it is mine. German by language. English by expression. Swiss. Canadian. German. Dutch. No single place. No single version. Is there a perfect style. A perfect moment. A perfect life. Or is perfect just what fits — right now. No excess. No backup. Just what works. Again. PERFEKT is not a standard. It is a feeling. A decision. A moment.

Somewhere above. Between places. Between days. Nothing to hold on to. Nothing to carry. Just movement. And space. Airports. Early mornings. Late arrivals. A rhythm without a place. Always in between. No wardrobe. No choices. Just what worked. Again