Chaos from where it all began and where it all will end. Nature likes to come in circles. What is funny is that at the first sight the pattern seems to repeat itself, but truly nothing happens the same way as before. Simple things turn out to be the most difficult. Time is not existing, present merges with future. It is getting harder to tell the difference between what have already happened and what is yet to happen. And somewhere in the middle of eternity you can find life. Little, fragile spot which can be easily overlooked. Little, fragile spot you dont think about.
It is a daughter of courage and fear. Mother of silliness.













