Give the alert Open up the area
Walk towards the enclave at the heart of the forest
A nameless kingdom
A kingdom which knows itself as it recognizes itself A kingdom where kings are not those you believe to be
To give yourself to a certitude : to gather up and to leave Meeting up
To stop for a time your lonely walk
And to join the crowd of the unknown kingdom
Gathering up the numberless crowd, the pilgrims of the moving stars To fly around the citadels
To translate a drunken exhilaration to those who would be suspicious
To rise up without a revolution
To draw a pact with time to have nothing last To allow yourself to explore the possible To leave these places without giving them up
A nameless kingdom
A kingdom which knows itself as it recognizes itself A kingdom where kings are not those you believe to be
Nothing written in advance
No point eternal
Apart from the memory of an epic written down
The vagrants are setting up their autonomous camp This is not a manifest anymore.
Anonymous

34x48cm, oil on wood
Ghost Sickness, 2019: 34x48cm, oil on wood