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A fragment gestures.
An essential incompletion that signifies something is in the process of formation.
As you walk through this garden, tread carefully. Observes not only your eyes, but also your ears, your skin, your sixth sense. Rsing from the ground are indefinite shapes organisms, painted with layers of lacquer, containing the mountainous air and the water of nameless rivers within their hollow vessels. Listen to their faint murmur -- a whisper of seeds curling inside the soil's plastic veins -- as these shapes hum their hymn about a homeland that is now lost. What is present and absent here among these structures?
Peek through the pinhole of the coffin. Which eyes are staring back at you? Which eyes are staring back at you? Which eyes are you seeing with? What memories can you see flashing across their oculars before they become eternally embalmed for scientific sakes? Can you feel the highland spirits conjured through these susurrating fragments?
Finding / reconnecting to our home in nature
