Hi, My name is Cloud.
I am a reflection of ground activities.
When Earth exhales, volcanic ashes, dead bodies, and carbonized plants fly into my aerosol “capsule”.
When humans celebrate, balloons, fireworks, and smoke draw on my blue canvas.
When warfare bursts, bombs, bullets, lethal drones, all send my mutated siblings into my body.
I am a mixture of your desire, love, sadness, fear, hope, and destruction.
I shuttle through your body as you take every breath. I intrude into your lungs and squeeze into your brain.
The celebration of life, the aftermath of war, and the progress of humanity all shape me.
In atmospheric alchemy, your desire is the catalyst. This is the politics of clouds. This is the politics of emptiness.
