Deepening the beyond. The humidity of the earth. How to represent the smell of wet grass in digitality? Centennial nostalgic, looking for green where there is no more, looking for nature where there is now cement, looking for air where there is now pollution. From the deepest depths, it grows decidedly a stem, a web of hope in the midst of chaos. Mutant earth, patriotic emblem, I long for you and pay homage to you. . . . .‿‿‿๑❀๑‿‿‿ . . . .