Whether Thirst

up again.

Pictures! Because pictures are what I have.

And words. Pictures and words are what I have. Pictures come first, then come words.

An email goes with a picture first, then I follow with words. No, that’s not it... first the email leaves with a picture, then it comes back with a reply, then I come with words, to spread the word! An email with a picture travels first. It hooks. It turns back, hooking is turning back. It hooks me and I come with it, bringing words. First I have to collect words and pictures, so I am in a desert. Surrounded by sand. A lot of sand around. I am de-sanding and descending. Desert, de-sand.

Descent. I merely collect samples that can be either important or nothing.

This samples are abandoned signs of a success or failure. Or rather evidences of a process. While mass flow is directed towards the center, there is no attention to the frame.

My collection is not a collection of mere objects; it is collection of processes, becoming a minority. Minority as a universal figure, or becoming everybody/everything. The power of minorities is not measured by their capacity to enter and make themselves felt within 56