Free flowing water. Downwards and green rushing out of the cliffs, down the mountain tumbling towards the sea. What were we before? Drops of us floating around … drops of life. Drops of conscious thought. Drops of energy and matter smashing against everything else. What was I before? Tiny life stories of moments lived. Pieces put together exactly this way. It has been discovered that there were more species of humans on this planet than we thought. What do we think anyway and why? We think ist all so hard. We think ist all so damn simple. We think the opposite of truth and call it correct. We take a lie and make it shine like a true thing. We take fears and turn them to anything but fuel. Does each piece of us know something different? Are they able to tell each other what they know or are they too alone with what they hold true? The tiny pieces of us.
Photo by Sina Eslami