When i was a child after a Sunday family lunch at my grandparents, sometimes i would pretend that i had fallen asleep. While everyone was having the family fun, i was just listening to voices of a distant conversation, which i could maybe understand only if i paid attention to the meaning, but i was more interested in, even mesmerized by the sound itself, how it travels through space, mixing on the way with other sounds, like a pigeon’s cooing, a laugh of my cousins, a door snap, someone’s handwash. All these sounds fusion together in a unique, unrepeatable experience in that particular moment. I found that fascinating. I wanted to extend that to my seeing, so opened my eyes, and started to look in this gentle way, not commenting on the meaning, just enjoying whatever i see. It became a kind of meditation form ever since, loved it so much that i had carried with me throughout many years up until now. So whenever i hear a pigeon cooing, i automatically fall into this state of mind.