2022 • 5.12 min • Super 8 • b& w and colour

There are mushrooms below me, there' are microbes below me, it's vibrating, it's crazy! Look, light or mushroom thunderstorm?

And I have the same inside me: legions of benevolent, working microbes, spores, vitamins, bacteria, and critters that fuel my daily desliming, that keep me going. Without them there would only be a hollow ego.

Here. Small companies in me, and my ego is entwined around it. Nothing but the mushrooms here underground. The tendrils for communication.

And the mast stands alone and tells a story to itself and no one listens. Or maybe yes? I think I have to make a phone call to Mutti / Mom.