RIVER SEED

River Seed, photography.

Yesterday, I had a dream.

I was offered a Rivierrier seed.

Plant it with your hands, your elbows and then your knees, because that’s how we plant it here, » I was advised.

Above all, don’t say anything to Entropy.

I carried out the tasks.

A year passed, the seed grew and I avoided Entropy.

Ten centuries passed, things changed around me and my seed remained a seed.

Towards the end of the year of ten centuries, I was denounced.

No, Entropy! Don’t destroy it! Don’t touch my River seed!

And Entropy gave the order.

Yesterday, I woke up and in the hollow of my wet hand.

I understood what the River Seed was.