Curtain
opens. Aware decision meets irrational unknown. A gaze crosses a
threshold of a screen. There is a smell of humid in the air. Together
with it another code of watching and seeing turns on. Micro-cosmoses
of the yards and their wooden houses, fading patina of a paint, wet
tree-trunks existing on it selves - all together draw up in a common
order between the earth and the sky. A wave of the past breaks up in
the sea of present moment. A water ripples up as a cross-section of
wood. The things that already had their own place, restore and build
in a new order.
