immersion. in the cardiogram of days, streets twist with benches, doves and the bleak sky of the northern city. hold your breath. dive with me. past the steamy windows, unanswered letters and stories that will never be told. flip the watchglass on your windowsill and capture the moment when the last grain of sand reaches its destination point.the world will never be the same as a second ago – without this very grain. it is so simple to turn unsteady things into longlasting.