ZAN projects
House for a poet
Annotation
I am sitting in the livingroom. At the tree level. On both sides. The wind gently waves the curtains. I close the window and decide to go writing. I go down the spiral staircase and pick a book, I just need to reach out. I pass the salon - friends are coming in the evening to discuss books and society. I go through my office and see my computer. That reminds me of some unanswered e-mails I have to deal with later. And finally the chamber. I slide the doors and sit at the table. Only me, my typewriter and view of the trees. Today, it will be poems about them...
