We believed in many forms on our way to adulthood.
We changed our skin when the falls developed.
Winter was forever there for us, waiting to embrace our tears and rawness.
Our founders feared the closed shutters and the closed door, and life kept her secret army behind the frontiers of our knowledge.
Believe me, maturity will revisit us for the last time when we let go of our frames. Her basket will be filled with rare wild mushrooms and an unusual awareness.

artwork by Andreas Heinen