Let’s get real, It’s not rocket science. The gadgets, which we become reliant, take what’s left of our attention, leaving us with soul infections. The pool has woken and is gazing back. Who knew a pool could act like that? Narcissus has unleashed a drone, a roaming voice for a telephone. Is there intelligent life out there? Some sanity, must we beware and wary of our future selves. This brings us to a point in time where Ether stows away. Sinking through the stuff sublime where sirens are at play. Naturally we’re curious, will she survive the fall? Where nothing, touches nothing, touches nothing, touches all.