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Vita Eruhimovitz

Created 2018

Long-dead tree trunks pierce through a multiverse. The multiverse of all possible worlds starting today. Dead trees in all of them, I don’t know why, but I’ve seen them. In some, there are also living trees. Fallen trees are voids, marks of what once was. The beavers… the beavers are no longer here. Each world has its parasites, some are inventive and laborious. Some are guests from other places. They grow over trees and shrubs spreading a beautiful lush blanket over them. Under the blanket the trees and shrubs are dying. Great baobabs are taller than some mountains. Who put these bandages around them? Through the bandages new branches start to grow, but the roots are dangling in the air, the ground turned into piles of maps, it’s hardly keeping itself together.