Eight Cubic Meters by Jesse Andriesse

the streets we walk on, the foundations of our cities

sidewalks that provide a clear path, a smooth surface

when we wander the streets and look down to think

the tiles that carry the weight of everyone passing

the tiles that keep our feet stable on our way

the tiles provide a surface for all wondering minds

a surface that, when scratched, reveals

confrontation with heaps of information

overflowing minds in an already unstable world

a single truth has become hard to find and meaning evaporates

there is a search for clarity and an explanation in a complex, globalised world

people feel unsure and connect dots forming personalized theories

a general doubt eats at the institutions and foundations

can we find hope in the plastic lit-up signs in the airport?

or do we fear where we are headed?

are we united under a circle of twelve stars?