Another point of you is composed of points. A point can be and become anything. A thought, a memory, a place. It’s photographs of the world we walk through, knowledge we find along the way, words and music. You can explore them and learn from them; find feeling. The points are divided by the place they come from and what connects them is you – without a you to share the feeling with, it would all be just another point.
Home is not like other places we visit. Home is a place with no walls, no address, it changes its shapes, smells and sounds all the time. Home comes from the inside, from both happiness and pain. It is a memory as much as it is the present. Home is in people. A silent guarantee.
Home is a place where you can feel vulnerable.