I'm thinking about invisible places and comparing them with space.

It's curious to see how some things take shape on their own.
It's so curious to see them weave together almost involuntarily and notice the excessive way of living that governs us.
I'm watching how all the waves join this seaquake.

I pursue those places through a thirsty labyrinth.
I've seen dead plants, I've seen time stop, I've seen silence disperse in the corners, I've seen dust gathering.
Someone has forgotten in my eyes this universe.
Now the endemic taste of the wastelands embraces me.

n: I'm afraid of footprints.
V: Why?
n: Because I can't see anyone all around.

I've seen living beings, silences, and endless abandoned places.