On this road
where nobody else travels
"Human bodies… move in the world… leaving traces… rustlings, footsteps, murmurings, coughs, sighs, echoes, winks, sweat, tears. Their freedom is a material freedom by which they decompose whatever nature they were given and whatever form culture put on them, leaving the lines their fingers or feet dance in the street of the fields, scattering their colors in the sunlight and shadows."
"moonlight is sculpture"
Shed in the interior of British Columbia.
this week man