There are no longer any obstacles. Just keep walking. Where? Not to question. Am I back in the desert? Just keep walking. Keep moving. Don’t stop. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. It all keeps moving. Flowing. Unstoppable. Keep going… The desert, the light, streaming down, like some kind of possible paradise that may or may not exist… Yes, that is where the story ends. And begins… Everything rushes by and Nothing is recognizable except the footsteps through the desert emerging towards that DESTINATION… back into chaos, the footsteps, chaos, return to footsteps, changing, towards yet another destination. Where? Out of the footsteps… now situated in the STUDIO, the UNDERGROUND BUNKER. How did I get there? Is it real? Is it a place?… The artist walks into the desert… the transition into a deeper level of unconscious thought… memory/replay of ORF WALKING… WALKING… into the OTHER REALM… until surfacing in the STUDIO. Take your time…