Today was another long day mostly away from home. I didn't take any pictures during the day, and now after 9pm at home I felt out of ideas. I tried to think if I should go outdoors to find something to take a picture of. And then a small little detail caught my attention, at the shelf next to my desk. A tiny little clay sculpture - I was around 17 years old when I made this, and I remember it is about begin alone staring at water holding a book of poetry or philosophy. Somehow this sculpture has managed not to get lost nor broken, following me every time I have moved from a place to another.