Following those nearly hidden paths into a dark forest. Climbing & climbing & climbing … Through the rain, through the wind. Not knowing where it will end but a hint of light to follow. The higher the trees & the darker it gets the more haunting the tunes in our heads. Restlessness is all around even in the mos poetic landscapes. It’s restlessness that keeps our feet on those nearly hidden paths, buddy. It’s restlessness that makes this frame. Keep on wandering, captein. Just keep on wandering, pal!
ay, Fritsch, buddy restlessness is all around men like us, we are restless for the darkness of downtown back alleys, for the deep shadows of foggy wet woods, we are restless for new paths and downtrodden lanes all over, ay, Fritsch, buddy, restlessness is all around men like us.