A nest builds a nest in chaos, it stays empty, it's more like a love-nest, it stays empty, the nest builds a nest. There is an invitation to a party and you carry it to the door, but no one can remember who you are or if you were really invited, 'we sent out lots of those, everybody got one'. First find your colours and then nail them to the mast. The wind will lift them, under sun and moon, if only you can find them. The gesture is both delicate and precise, it closes the circuit. Look the circuit is closed, that's why it was called a circuit, that's why the gesture.