There is a part of my heart that will always live in the deserts of the Southwest and the forests of Cascadia. But traveling and making art in Denmark the last couple weeks, I’ve randomly or intentionally bumped into so many of my brothers-from-other-mothers, and all of them are Icelandic, Danish, Norwegian or something else that is in between. To say nothing of the Swedish, Finnish and Estonian brothers not present at this moment. I could really imagine a future up here, in one of these places. I just haven’t been able to clearly visualize it yet. What I do know, however, is that my future does not live in Berlin.