An opening, made of open. The emotional gap. Originating from three objects, each a unique statistical condition whose collaborative condition precludes and permits, contracts and expands across all objects.

A creeping landscape whose weeping hills flood and drown the valleys whilst remaining capped white. The voice of the mountain is slow and onerous. Listening is impossible and deciphering is twice that.

Caterpillars are regularly chopped into pieces and fed to the table. It consumption is made of oak and it’s devouring is a contraption of stability.