That soft and hollow existence (or a child) exercises/seeks for its own identity (in a large meaning), through identifying itself with these images and objects. 

--touch, then transform. (then, touch…)

 

Seashore/edge of water, as a dynamic place of decompose and generation,

Surfing -connecting selves to things one after another.

--Surfing on the shore?

 

While being porous, and inviting something else, It's trying to become something... (But suspended)

Being on the edge ... trans-ient…

 

Those fluctuations, slidings, and hollow energy them selves might even be what I admire.

 

(From a note)