SANAA, “Translucence”

Riding in as a snowflake, you are an alien descending from heaven. “The architecture looks okay” you think as you collect each landmark with your frozen eyes. “If only architecture could be more like snow,” you pine, admiring your body’s unique shape on the surface of a nearby raindrop.

A saccharin zephyr shuttles you through the air, first slow and then faster and faster towards Earth. Before you know it you are there. Gingerly aligning your crystalline body parallel to the surface of green jello, you see your twin reflection one last time before sticking onto the quietly jiggling plane. “Wow,” you remark looking upwards at the sky, “you look beautiful tonight.”