A more creative minimal dada wander brainst"orm" beat experiment from a (micro) climate fighter, and general wanderer.
Whenever I can catch the singing wind of the continuous wandering trough fields,
my sail catches it, and before I know it,
of I go, into the experiencing,
like a wandering butterfly, going from one flower, field to the next ...
Battling Socrates every day, to try and know at least something,
failing every day,
so I'm having a few drinks with him instead, each night.
Celebrating together,
knowing nothing.