The wait. Perhaps a step towards those who love us, the attestation itself necessary for feeling the most
deep. Perhaps other urgency than necessary, to feed, migrate, survive, live. All
in our journey it encounters different states of expectation, but this is crystallized here
as a permanent feeling, the result of a doing. The cat Felix looks up that
reciprocates a group of birds higher up, thus stopped by the "ceramic will" of the author.