up all trees. Wanting to find everything in its planet and universe, streets and alleys, corners and general composition. Wine tells me I can change as a character, if I want to, but I don’t have to. I’m in the middle of a thought, then I get lost imagining myself in some Austrian village sipping some little-known Austrian white… Wine everywhere on my inner screen, projecting promises and narratives through traffic when just sitting in my car wishing the line/lane would move and I stare right at those vineyard blocs by KJ…