Theodor Walldius

Village Atheist

November 1 – November 14, 2019

A figure, with all the ground in the world, but in search of a view from nowhere.

Claiming to be the only one, and the others all die of laughter.

In-dividual, even by expectations.

Solutions has become ends in themselves.

Until a step,

not beyond,

but into –

A middle – where relations make up every surface.

Perceptions aren’t had, but perceptions have you.

Fruits not roots, are what’s grown by the village.

Similar faces can differ, because difference is shared.

Even the I is another, together.