I try to ignore it. I’m turning into numbers. One by one. Meanwhile words become opinion, twisted to new, separated to pieces, in sudden beauty or occasionally despair. Temporarily. Numbers on the other hand are rocks. That get shaken when dressed up in words, in interpretation. Yet two is still two. Words loose the origin.

13. DEC 2013// illustration //
I used to think that an answer always could be elaborated, even answers to the most simple questions. The more I got answered, the more I found needed to be explained.
Nowadays it’s the questions being complicated, veiled, with secret areas, and stuffed with mental mouse traps, to which I must relate binary, true or false, yes or no. Or rank from 1 to 5, 1 to 10.
Is this good or bad? What does like actually mean?
Much rather hard figures.
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These are some of my figures, interpreted of course, already by selecting

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