He waks along the dirt road whith two important belongings a pensel and a stack of paper. No direction, no connection, alone in the middel of no wher. Sanddunes as far as the eye can see, clear blue sky. The mind of a blank sheet. The hunger is unbearable the hunger fore life, to love, to fuck, to see, to feel, to fainely be! ther he is on the roade. A wrhiter whithout impression is still nothing. To be able, wrhiting about the beuty, the great adveture they cal life. is it gest a reachless dream?