Beheaded tree is standing still with air and silence and other trees around him. My feet are cold from the wet mud, I pass by and look at the king and he made me stop to take a shot.

Imagine thinking of Time as something taken for granted, invisible and tasteless, a mystery without horizon, or at least on such a distant horizon that it concerns us only in intervals.

Have you ever considered that on the time scale of the universe what we are experiencing is already over?A micro gesture embedded in a micro second that takes its place among all the others, the historical ones, the trivial ones, the ones that count for us. And then it says nothing more, it stays still…