I like to die teaching...Living on the edge, exploring the borders... in self-estrangement...on exile... never too grounded physically or epistemically...always coming, always longing to arrive...ever in love with words...trying to find voice in/through them...trying to make sense,...ever trying to see the light, and to comprehend the same, and to find utterance...to enchant. ...and more...for there is always more in/to life...And the EXIT, yes, the Exit. Perhaps relief at last, arrival, ... finally, in and through EXIT...