Everyday is a practice
Feeling nothing, keep walking
There are always voids in landscape
There is always space for me to feel
I felt nothing.
What did I feel when I felt nothing?
Actually it’s not nothing.
the banal thoughts that came into my head
the trivial things that happened to me
the repetitive steps that I walked
that’s what I felt
It is beautiful but it is not somewhere that I belong to
How do I archive the landscape making me feel nothing?
How do I archive the feeling of nothingness?
In awe of the landscape, a process of self-questioning meant I felt nothing.
I forced myself to feel, to sense, to connect with the landscape, and I failed. But its banal thoughts, trivial things and repetitive steps are not nothing, they are archived here.