A musician with a video camera films the empty car park.  He must see something in the patterns applied to the asphalt concrete floor and the dense forests.

With a strange right hand.  There is a cobweb stretched across the entrance.  The musician plucks the cobweb and hears nothing.

Moss is growing next to metal.

The strange mix of commercialism and spiritualism.  The vapour of incense.  The crunch of deep gravel.

It was so quiet you could hear the fish.  (Note: This sound was sampled and will be used in a project based on the life of a car salesman)

Combinations of materials, time and skill, aesthetics, history, and the future.  The corrugated metal sheet cut precisely to the rock wall; the rock wall fitted precisely together; the wooden section cut precisely to fit the rock wall.  Rock, Wood, Metal.  (Jan Ken Pun?)

Without light you can’t see (in reality without light you cannot see as well).  Odd arrangement.

This scene is very flat.  A traditional backdrop to a performance?  The entrance to the hostel?

Shrine algae.

Wishes.

It’s getting late now and it will be raining soon enough.  The clouds blotted out the view.  It is time to go.