Sometimes it looks if the information is repeating itself, while the observant onlooker already followed the links down the rabbit hole filled with information and little shards of glass. Shards that shine like diamant in radiant sunlight. Whenever you’re lost again those light will guide you to the shores of familiar things and towards the birds we see every day between the trees of the forest.

It was in that forest that someone said that taking a picture punctures tiny holes in the fabric of reality were ghost and little children seep through. With waving arms drawing our attention towards their shimmy presence. It best if you don’t look