“A pile of rocks resembles a chair. He’s weary from wandering, so he sits down on it. A layer of smooth pebbles gathered in the bowl of the seat makes for a very comfortable experience. This unexpected amenity must have been crafted by human hands, but his mind focuses on stranger things: the landmarks. They still look the same as before, but of course they’ve changed location. Are the resemblances then mere coincidence? He’s been thinking of the current here and there as the same here and there he passed through last time, the only differences being the location of the staircase joining here to there, and the requisite route to find those stairs. But now he has his doubts.”
2011. Ink on paper. 4.5 x 4.5 in.