water from stone? i recently read a piece about the staff of moses. it was apparently made from a branch of the burning bush which in turn grew from seeds given to adam’s son seth by the guardians of eden upon their expulsion.

the thing about believing in anything really is just that; nothing is coincidence. a greater design from a higher power or whatever, coincidence is as sure a perceived enemy of belief in the same way luck is or the laws of nature used to be.

somewhere in a captivating part of a not-so-caprivating exhibition in milan; marc ange‘s gloomy tropical forest leads into a tranquil clearing with a large shaded daybed and a breeze. to the right against the wall is the exhibition’s maintenance offices and to the left one of the cleaning staff is smoking a cigarette.

the moment ceases to impress and instead becomes a meaningful composition of realness.