Dreaming of past encounters, trying to predict the future, it is the only way to tack into the wind. In the meantime the wake closes behind us, submerges, sinks into darkness, is swallowed by whales. so really that past cannot help us now. Dreaming of past encounters, watching the past pirouette through the night sky – light in retrospect is foresight on the open water. And what is the open water but an invitation to follow along on the wind, sailing under stars, hard and cold in their distance; the past, the wind, the open water.