Glittering grains scattered on the streets,

Broken beer bottles Broken jars
Broken windows Broken doors Broken fish tanks

Debris of sand,
left behind by the scavengers- the humans. Nowhere left to return.

Where will we be standing when there is no more sand, no more soil?

Wasteland, wasteland.

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Encountering many forms of death, carriers of the flesh and soul

A piece of vertebrae carried by the waves Branches fallen in front of my feet
Land covered with pine cones
Fossils with traces of the carriers

Realising existences from emptiness of the carriers,
I begin to imagine the weight of their souls through the remnants.
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Reclaimed Glass:
Wine & beer bottles,
jam & food jars, discarded cosmetic containers, broken glass bowls and cups,
discarded shower door,
broken window glass,
discarded fish tank

Reclaimed coffee ground:
Collected from domestic brewing and local coffee shops:
Elsewhere,
The Waiting Room,
Camden Art Centre,
and Kichiya.