(b)AIR | 48h NK

I am, and I am not.

I am an oxymoron;

I consist of all that cannot coexist.

I am confined to the land of no borders

and as there is no end,

no exit,

I cannot escape.

Where would I go, if I could?

Where would I end up?

If we can only get to where we came from,

isn’t the journey just the illusion of the mind?