bassa marea

The light is faint on the beach at night. Starlight begins to illuminate the outline of some buildings emerging from the damp sand of this otherwise deserted landscape. These shiny surfaces reflect the dim starlight on their enameled skin, still damp from the waters of the sea we have yet to meet. Initially their almost organic shapes had confused us. We were not sure if we were facing some form of marine vegetation, or in front of parasite antennae, partly concealed by the soft shoreline and the evening darkness. However, their reflections invite our gaze to look more closely, to discover the details, the bluish hues of their own glazed epidermis. Such phytomorphic apparitions are thus revealed as artifacts, probably made of pottery or clay, baked with artisanal tools. The low tide must have made them emerge from their hiding spots. And we now realize how their vertical sprouts are actually ends connected to the same circular base, suggesting that such glazed crowns have in the past crowned bodies that were not necessarily human. This thought can only reinforce the question that has followed us since our entrance. Where are we?