Every day; every scurrying person.
There is always light while a machine is on. In the present world, technology has been infiltrated into various aspects of life. Under surfaces, nature is hidden.
Lights appear from scanners. Lights of scanners only scan objects close to surfaces of glass while the un-scanned parts turn black.
Scanners’ lights fascinate persons. They function like the process of exposure. It moves like walking a certain way, a moving finishing line.
Home as office, my job is to live itself.
Scanners scan lights of the scorching sun.
Every endless night; every scurrying person.