"Our ideas about death define the way we live our lives"

Dag Hammarskjold


 First of all it seem circular movements that move you to a non-local space, which remain united, but not conscious. You approach the limits without knowing, with the fragility that connects you to the earth. You expect trusting, believing that will not come. Do not you walk away because you have not written and therefore does not happen. But it's there in front of you. With the transience of events extraction is performed. It's like a suction not imagined it to happen, but it has come. The black, is what remains.