Roos Wijma
The object without an outline and the nose of a figure where walking together. The object without an outline on the right, while keeping an eye on the nose of the figure. “You reminds me of someone “ the object said to the nose. But somehow I can’t seem to match you into the right context. The nose of the figure asked the object what he was looking at. I don’t know yet, the object replied, I can’t describe it, because in order to think it I need to know it quite well. I wouldn’t be able to find my way around. The only thing I can tell is, looking back at the time when people thought I had a center. Maybe I just have to stop comparing, at the least part don’t forget I don’t have an outline. I am not like you, you know. You can even find your way counting back in words without frowning. And as I am only a model to look at the abstraction of myself, I can tell you my friend it is more than just a matter of body and mind balance. I’m getting stressed out in these words, I even start to wonder if it is me talking inside my own head? You only remind me of something so familiar, something.