the hole with me / without me

This is a picture taken from the observation tower. I am there. Next to me is my bagpack, where I carry extra clothes and tea.

In the other picture, taken an hour later, I am not there. There is only the hole. The tide might have risen, or maybe it’s just a wave.

This artificial beach consists of 21.5 billion cubic meters of sand brought from the bottom of the sea, 10 kilometers offshore.

Argus was the one hundred eyes god, who could see everything at any time.

He was killed by Hermes, the messenger god, the agile means of meaning.

A hole is a matter of definition.

 

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