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.
This evening, everything goes into the night knowing that tomorrow spring will come.