Two weeks ago, on a rainy day, I caught my reflection in a puddle
and I couldn’t help but create that puddle.
Each time I struck with the hammer, it appeared suddenly.
I tried to gently shape that puddle which had appeared
But I just see it vanish in an instant, again and again.
That’s how time passed without me noticing.
Somewhere in that process, a strong thought suddenly struck me
that I had to return the puddle to where it was born.
I carried something unsure if it had appeared again or had already disappeared
and went back to that place.
But by then, the puddle was gone.
Foolishly, I wandered around searching for a new similar puddle.
As if pushing me away.
They refused to become my puddle.
Eventually, I brought it back to the studio,
but it looked even more out of place here.
I considered flattening it again with the hammer,
but I wasn’t sure if only a flattened metal plate truly belonged here.
Even if it did, I didn’t want to leave it like that.
And once it was flattened, it felt like it could never become anything else again.
And I didn’t want that either.
When you put it back, the terrain will change.
When you place it here, the terrain will have already changed.