Re:Fwd: First Encounter, Desert Springs
Being in the first-worldly absurd position of having a bag of ice cubes in our trunk of our car while driving through the Californian desert with the thermometer clocking 48 degrees celsius, the holes in these ice cubes and the spiky leaves of the Joshua Tree, upon their first encounter, suddenly configured into this perfect modular system. For about half an hour, while the ice disintegrated under the sun, we could hear tiny crackling and sizzling noises, and the damp sound of water drops falling on the ground and being absorbed by the hot sand.
