Ei ainoastaan, vaan myös / Not only, but also

Up and down, back and forth. The pinnacle of satisfaction? One lap after another. I pick a shell from the sand. It whispers in my ear. Can you hear them? It's important to always work more efficiently, achieve better results, accelerate infinitely. Please, a little space for friendship. I observe what moves the shells day after day.

Sensations, images of disconnection. The strongest trap is the cage I build myself. And the box the ocean washed ashore? It's an excellent refuge for shells, wool, letters, fabric. Do the fragments belong together? Refuge or trap, I guess it depends on whether there's a way out. The joy of playing with what has landed here. Lightness, spontaneity. Is art only valid when it creates connections?