Unversehens jeglichen Publikums beraubt, aller anstehenden Premieren, Lesungen, Ausstellungen, Symposien, etc. enthoben, in Sorge um die kommenden Zeiten wollen wir hier aus unseren jeweiligen Enklaven Signale senden. Wir arbeiten.

Thank you for all the doubts, and for all the questioning,

for all the loneliness and for all the suffering.

For all the emptiness, and the scars it left inside.

it inspired in me, an impetus to fight.

To all who stood with me, when we stood as one.

Thank you for guiding me, for bringing me home.

And if it seems that I‘m obliged to say these words,

I write this in gratitude, the least that you deserve.

Ronan Harris, Gratitude, 2011. (From Automatic.)

Foto: Dirk Skiba.