Night 1,5&27
North
Anti-kraak

Night 3,4&6
Nieuw Binnenweg

Somewhere to write and wait

I did not choose
This or what
lead to here,
Of course in
many ways I did,
The decisions have been my own, free
will has been my
constant
But here.
Here is not a
place I could have avoided
Here was not my
decision
But here I am
Thanks to you I
can stay
here
Without you I
would be elsewhere
and cold.

What were the chances?
They were less than minimal
But here we are, all of
us
And now I must
Pay for your Odds.
Your actions
cost me the world
But you wont
help pay, I must
find my own way to
remain
But I want more than
existence
Something like what you have
I want Odds.
Maybe it is luck?

It seems genuinely necessary to create, occupy and sustain a space that is free from financial, social, mental limitations. We need a space to create, talk, share; knowledge, experience, social freedom, unity, collaborations, ideas, food, contact, ART, everything creative, human, basic, fundamental social contact - between those who have need for this space. A space to freely exist. IN THIS CITY OF DEVELOPMENT.

Living room, (B.Y.O.B) pub, library, research, lectures, studio, exhibition, physical 'social media', garden, meeting place (and free wifi somehow).

Being homeless in a the city of Rotterdam (as a full time student) -
It is surprisingly easy to become homeless, even with a regular source of income - circumstantial
It is exhausting to consistently look for a place to stay, to rent, to occupy
It is startling to see your existence take up 4 bags
It is humbling as well as anxiety inducing to realize without the support and spaces' of friends- a community - it would be an extreme survival
It is impossible to 'work', without a place to 'work'
It is hard to accept the necessity of imposing
It is physically tiring to move you and your essentials across the city, most days
It can happen at any time to any one
If the housing situation of the city does not change, what is next?
Become much more aware of the place and the potential of the spaces around you, what you do with your time and where you can spend it, the compromise between what you want, need and what the city can offer.

The freer I become
the more dependent I am on you
on my self
The irony of this world
seems endless.
At least we can laugh about it
That is some relief

Thanks for having me
No one else could
I wish I didn't have too impose
You say Thats O.K.
I believe you
but I could be wrong

Night 2,28,29
Dinner 2&10
East