HOME

Home is a strange word or should it be branded as a strange world; it is all a matter of perspective, cultural horizon, point of view, mobility from one point to another, each but a stitch holding one's own present together as an inner presence or conscience of being...unique, individual, a special garden, gift from imagination;

Imagination is home, the inner seed carried by all things organic, in a way, a foetus floating within a placenta, in other words, a mechanism, a set of equations, algorithms structuring themselves to create diversity, one unit at a time and just a bit so different that it does not get destroyed, rejected by the surroundings;

Home for most is simply a social surrounding made of conformity, conformism, duplication, cloning, stability, socially speaking, all things should never change, death should not exist, ageing banned, youth eternal...the dream housing for the still born;

Home is just a mirage, fishes floating along a sea's currents and eddies, their sole homeland.