There is a building material. I came from the space between trees. But there’s nothing more then dark. No one can see me. I can’t see anything.
But we ‘no one’ can do something to see better. Let’s put one layer down.
Heavy plastic breasts. Make them free. Let water comes out. Another material to build, the new shape is falling on the ground and it’s watering
the orange dried clay.
Can’t you see something is growing? Breath in the smell of wet ground and please leave it grow and split to more chunks.
I can see the negative of me. Do you see yours? Leave it to grow and split to more chunks.

                                                                                                                                                                                                          Laura Fil’áková