Museum

There is air, there are clouds—real and artificial; there are gods and there are demigods and there are heroes; there are angels; there are constellations and there are celestial bodies and there are stars; there are volatile drawings and others veiled in mist; there are faces with eyes closed and open; there are written words that flutter; there are mechanical devices; there are plants, there are trees and people; there are birds and related animals; there is the earth reflected, seen from bottom to top and vice versa, if we are in the Southern Hemisphere. The question is to be, to remain, to linger. There is the sublime.