Everything is a mystery in this novel-length nearly wordless artist's book by— and there is probably no unraveling the mystery except to experience it with pleasure. An incongruous sequence of black-and-white images seem like perfectly placed notes in a pleasingly discordant silent symphony.
"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet." — Rumi
When oil palm trees outgrow their productive years, they are denied water and forced to die slow deaths — the least costly way to make way for the next generation of producers.