When turned off we await being turned on, when on we yearn to be turned off. Feel that breathing in of outdoor air and wind foraging vital elements exhale that air and wind from inside blowing ideas and fervent feelings our bodies wax candles of diverse light and of various colour fueled by an atmosphere of quiet all the flare slowly exhale await unlit to be lit up await lit up yearning to be extinguished first dormant the new surprises deafening note then silent pause vague smoke is printed on the wall before rising to emerge as a symbol pure.