Among the words




There are only words in the room. A light breeze from an opened window makes them move. You could walk among those transparant words and see reflections which are made by natural and artificial light. Those words are taken from two old japanese haiku. But you would hardly recognise the pieces of poetry because they are separated by words. Every word plays its own role. Maybe the words can unite in a new story or each of them can trigger its individual image?