hitch-hiker
seed
When — if — you find me, I’m already on the move. Where to, I’m never sure. Loosed, unmoored. One might even say — detached. I’m on my way. I’m en route!
If I cling to you, cast me off. Please, throw me far, where the soil is dark and loamy — where I will have a chance to start again. And, hopefully, again.
All photos were captured between November 10, 2022, and November 10, 2025. Part of the Circulating Mail-Art project, coordinated by episode.