It is as if the future met the past. The fruit kissed the root.
Sand accommodates its development, its most direct and most advanced descent: glass.
And yet, vitrification is a natural phenomenon.
Does the artist intervene or not? Is it an invention or a discovery? Is nature the real artist?
Beauty must show in the scheme.
And this desert reflecting loneliness, like these windows opening onto nothing.
It is beautiful, but we should not meddle with it.
Because beauty leads to an abyss of questions.
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