You see magic in the details. Have you ever noticed the sound of a fire when the wind blows? I've always had this intuition, ever since I was little, that the wind tells me things. I hear it tell me what to do. When it stops, I suffocate, breathing air... Art... Art! I wish you were here, watching the air feed the fire, the soot that rises and the wind that makes a noise and disappears. Yesterday the wind told me I'll see you again. But everything in its own time.