“Black Kite. (Go fly a kite!)
Placed with care by Black Cloud.”
Quite poetic introduction.
It’s a charming place, but far too many present when I was there. Small boxes with installations. I chose a corner, on the map I have, I can see green dots, the green dots mean that there are others there. I stay away from the green dots. The dots are in a cluster, I am curious. Why are they standing together?
My avatars stand out, as if they do not belong. I see myself as a stranger.
Such thoughts flow through me, where I maneuver my way through a place. I write while visiting the place, let the place speak to me and see what happens. Trying to find a voice in my strange presence.