Humanitäre Krise. Menschen auf der Flucht. Frust über mich und andere. Gedanken über die Angst vor dem Unbekannten. Schutzmechanismus und - oder Gift? Wie Berührungspunkte Perspektiven verändern können. Das Heilmittel?
Mechanismen, die die Welt bestimmen. Hierarchien, die sich immer wieder aufbauen, organisieren. Profiteure, Voyeure, Akteure, Passeure, Manipulatoren, Leidtragende, Beitragende, Stillschweigende, Ausrufende. Du und ich als Teil des Ganzen.

Love

I’m the love
I wonder, where, where I should go
did you see a place where I can fit in?
how am I supposed to spread, when there are: walls?
can you see what gets lost in there between, there, there between

I’m the love I wonder, where, where is your head?
where is your conscience and your justice?
was there a moment where you, you, you did ask?
why am I not the one out there? me, me out there?!

I was never gonna hurt you anyway
It looks like you’re doing it well yourself!
you will always try to get more out of it
Is there ever enough?
do you hear yourself oh
it's so sick, it's so sick, it’s so sick

can you feel all the love, all the love
that is hiding, because, love, we need to get tide in, oh!
If we don't meet we'll always be strangers and there always will be: Fear!

oh I know it will never be over
but I know there is so much to offer
get your head back out of the dirt, yeah
see what’s to be found

and we follow the light into darkness
to find our way back to the grounding
you can never be sure, but there’s one thing
we all play our part