If writing is seeing from the outside
Then what landscape is the text?
Is the music the room or is it only the room it is played in?
If the landscape is not a room, since one needs walls to create a room,
Where does the landscape end?
We cannot see the landscape because we are always in it.
We cannot see ourselves because we are always inside ourselves too.
So we are stuck with the words.
And the words have no end