‘Nature doesn’t speak as we want, Nature doesn’t love as we do, Nature doesn’t laugh as we do. Mimic her, respect her.
I’m cave.
No words, thoughts, shift, heat, entropy, listen, boom.

Let’s play the game: we are the last narrators, from mid-air to mid-air, meta-fighting for our image. Our secrets are traver-
sed, She - Mother Nature - is in our midst.

What if we are more grounded than we think?
Witnessing, seeing, throwing yourself into an universal affair, keeping it in suspense.
Clash-crash match. Allowing this naked world to be intercepted, just an echo of the earth fetish.’