Let us say that instead of water there would flow methane. One would inhale hydrogen gas. To imagine something that is unattainable by both distance and circumstances.
I have recently thought about places that are so remote that almost anything can be imagined there. It is possible that we have never even been to these spheres.
And yet the shapes seem vaguely familiar. There is something animate in the almost inanimate form. Discarded shells that may once have been dwellings. Emptiness arises from the lack of prepared activities. Maybe this place is meant for another kind of intelligence.
I am only sure about one thing: it is quiet in here.
Kuvan Kevät, ex-Amos Anderson museum 2018