Jose Angel AraguzThinkers

The Bell's ringer marks the hour with his work.

The Butterfly is a rumor in the book of flight.

The Centipede is a row of buttons trying to undo themselves.

Dying is going from being the hands on the clock to being the clock itself

Hail is the rice tossed down that makes us family at the wedding of cloud and wind.

The Light bulb is an egg that hatches light.

The Plastic bag is brought in to do the work of clouds in the book of flight.

The Star is a friendly thing that starts being visible slowly after sunset, and thus serves as a small reminder of what is possible: light burning off only after one has lived.

The Star , no matter the distance, feels personal.