Descending, sinking slowly and consciously into silence, struggling to stay open, drowning unfortunate echoes that come up immediately when we try to silence them, trying to make of oneself a huge sensible silence in waiting, expanding to the limits, to the peak where the faraway connection is seen flickering. Silence underlies the noise and the effort, a luxurious quiet, a confident expansion, a mature core of peace. It is enough to settle down in it.
Christian was „sick“, lying down, listening to what his body tells him, relaxing, doing nothing, receiving visits. Messages in the background were made with original horse manure from St. Stephen sq. in downtown Vienna.