do you believe in chance? the found chair? the restless wandering hoping each corner you turn will lead somewhere new, the old world will explode into a rush of chemicals in your brain signalling something never signaled before? do you wake yourself up from the dream? how can moments like this be possible when we’re murdering each other and polluting everything in fantastic measure, how can beauty, so suddenly emerge from no where, take our breath, then slip back to nothingness so quickly?