“The flatness of a vertical blue sky has nothing to do with death, but it also signifies no life. When we talk about the journey of the elements, we would be fools to ignore any pungent vapours. Our memories consist of sinews and tendons, and we are seduced by the urge to take that elasticity for granted. We must be grateful for those who redivert our gaze, back to the explosion. There is a blue heat within which nourishes us. It does not burn. When we hammer our kneecaps with our fists, maybe we kick sideways. Or maybe we just wake up”.