During low tide, it looks somehow wrong – like an abandoned, industrial skeleton. What good are those hundreds of thin, diagonal pipes pulled up so unnaturally high? It gives the impression that someone wanted to hide up there. As far away from the dampness and emptiness as possible. The dark metal structure is overgrown with wet seaweed – climbing up will definitely not be that easy. It is hard to tell whether it is morning, noon, or evening; in this timeless void, it doesn’t matter at all. There is no one around anyway.

Drifting through Noikosmos #4, 2011