Wide seas holding the unknown
and hands being held on the grass.
There are too many locations to be shown
in the sphere; Madrid, Copenhagen, Rome. One
by one a tick or a pin, a stamp in my identity
book is proof of where I’ve been. No more
storage, no more captures, no more clicks and
no more prints. I will see everything inside
the sphere; from the water to the unknown
spaces.
- M -