The irony of the natural process. The eyes of the fish. The turning of the tide. Eros takes me closer to death whereas Thanatos guides me through life. Like a handle from another dimension. It's a problem of seeming translation but really transduction. How to translate a simple revolving into piston action, and vice versa. How to marry opposites. Simple addition results in mutual annihilation whereas either/or is too exclusive. A combinatorial conditionality. A folded lawn. An expression that turns both parties. Transformation and delay. I become the Other and they become me, but not quite simultaneously. It is this lag – the wobble in the system – the humour of the natural process – that truly engenders.