A pylon waves its tentacles. The gaze tries to bring order to the jumble of lines and sketches anew what can be assembled from the remnants of perception.
The gaze follows a line of trees and tries to visually order near and distant branches. A jumble of lines sketchily leaves behind what is and sketchily captures what can be assembled from the remnants of perception. Hand-drawn lines conquer the third dimension with digital crackling. A pylon waves its tentacles.