Kaja Clara Joo “Signar Taupe”

At the mere sight of his steely body it happened: The young woman had to stop, secretly watching the scenery unfold behind a construction fence. He gracefully approached the ground. One salty, sweaty bead after the other ran down her chin as he penetrated thesoil, excavating layer by layer.
Signar Taupe had fallen in love.
A slowly turning drilling auger, endless holes beneath our feet, hints of havoc and potential, cities following dark glistening oil.