A wooden groyne, overgrown with slimy seaweed, seems just to divide the sandy infinity into two halves. It has been here for a while, but the wood keeps resisting the saltwater – hopefully, it will last a bit longer. Switching to a Lensbaby, the entire reality suddenly takes on a different dimension. The edges start falling apart – can you feel your head spinning? – and the view narrows down to forgotten, cold details. It doesn’t matter whether it is a Monday morning or the year 1990, time flows differently here – if at all.

Drifting through Noikosmos #2, 2011