Everything stays inside night, a face that remains the same during the day undergoes several shifts in darkness, it is about different passages, at some point face and river meet near the underworld, rippling and crickets, specific meals, a hand instructing in how to make kobe, you place the rice in your palm and shape it like a bowl, where you put the shredded meat, glistening little legs dangle and wait for a ride to school, spiders climb over your head, body falls through a building creates a tingling sensation in the stomach and your eyebrows are alternately raised and lowered, cold sand after summer, pupils beneath thin eyelids move as if possessed, Mesopotamian sculptures float in the water, they suddenly rise and begin to walk toward land, lips sometimes smile in deep sleep, the body is slack yet the face possesses thousands of nerves wanting to speak to it all.