It closes behind me, yet the hum of sound still penetrates the walls of the Sun, though it quickly fades as I slowly move away. I have spent a turbulent time in parallel. In poesis, sympoesis, together-poetry. In (non)sense-making, sensing, sensuality and sensitivity. And I treasure the memories. Of the…

I chose my speech not to be very long because its more like a rhetorical conclusion and it doesn’t have to be long when its only supposed to make you question these two weeks: “In this universe you get so many impressions. So many things that makes you wonder. It…