Don’t know what to do, but must to do something. So, while doing somehow I get an idea what it is that I am doing. Use writing as an escape-hatch in a world that is not so much interested in questions but answers. Searching for and inventing new and more questions, never settling for answers. To write a text then is like drawing an image of another world, of ways to how things could be done in a different way. And to work on the next possibility already. Or like throwing the wish for utopia against a fundamentally anti-utopian world. And to have a good time while doing it.