lördag 20 mars 2010

Repeat, repeat, repeat and then onwards?

Being a deshi is to spend a lot of time listening, watching and repeating the things you have heard and seen. In the beginning I percieved it kind of like a mountain that needed to be climbed in order to get somewhere else, to reach new things. I sped onwards.

But somewhere along the road, I started to enjoy climbing, and did no longer long for the goal, the top of the mountain. I found that even if I kept repeating the same patterns new things happened, and in every familiar curve and line there was an endless amount of newness and promises. And now, I've started to hope that this mountain has no top.