There is a ‘Dweller on the threshold of the black lodge’. My shadow moves me through a forest at night, I see figures, faces and places. Is this a dream? David Lynch is mumbling. I am listening and looking at him stuffing the mud with words. A mud body starts to breath.There is a fire in the house next to the bridge. I am looking at the picture of a phoenix rising, and in the silvery reflection I see you. What are you? Are you an apparition, ghost or some batshit crazy lost soul ? I myself prefer to hang with fairies.