Kun istahtaa linja-auton lämpimälle penkille, sen vieras hehku on jotenkin epämiellyttävä. Montako pysäkinväliä kuluu, kunnes tunnen sen omakseni? Noustuani jätän sen seuraavalle. Nämä ovat mun ajatuksiani.
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When sitting on a bus seat with a foreign warmth to it, the feeling is somewhat unpleasant. How many bus stops must we pass until it becomes my own warmth. As I rise, I leave it for the next person. These are my thoughts.

“When an object has a logic on its own, it starts to talk of many other things. It’s not that it represents anything, but it represents its own reason to exist, in a way, as material – as clay, terra cotta, in relation with bricks, in relation with the construction, with pottery, with many things and the body.” – Gabriel Orozco

The “creation of man from clay” is a miraculous birth theme that recurs throughout world religions and mythologies. – Wikipedia