Mosaic Imaginary Authors 2013

When you enter an old, freshly whitewashed cellar on a hot, stuffy day and press your heated face against the pleasantly cool wall, you get the first impression of "Mosaic". At some point, a previous owner must have stored a bouquet for their beloved here, leaving a hint of floral scent still lingering in the air. The firmly packed clay floor has some corners where fluffy, soft moss has grown.

Gradually, the body returns to normal temperature thanks to the cool surroundings; well, a bit of sweat is still noticeable, hopefully no one will notice. Meanwhile, the nose has adapted to the smell of lime, and you can tell that the shelves are made of cedar wood and once stood in warmer regions.

After about 6 hours, the outside temperature seems to have calmed down, and I leave the cellar.