Salz

We see blackness: A huge hole opens up in front of us. We see whiteness: Slowly, it fills up with salt. We find ourselves on a river barge and sail down the Rhine. The landscape changes, but we hardly become aware of it. Reality exclusively takes place on board. We see light and shadows creeping over the deck, we hear engines rumbling under it. The immediacy of heaviness and labor on board and the unreal ease of the seen let us swim.