Our moments swim in infinite sensation, whole universes contained in a heartbeat, an eyeblink, an intake of breath, an orgasm, a flash of sound, of vision, of taste, of experience. We walk the spiral below them and through them, luminescent watercolour smears against the fluidness of our surroundings, each cycle curving the same arc as when the first step began.

The body memory of place and time resonate eerily in waves from the previous parallel towards the next, each circle slightly smaller, offset by the experience of walking, ever turning to a position closer to an ending singularity… or depending on where you begin, larger and larger, ever turning towards infinity…