The way of the sea as ore that runs through low clouds, places where individuals and machines spread while they wait for the water to evaporate, turning the hard and white floor inside out, carrying the history of the ancient world called humanity. Salt. In the hands and feet of the fishermen, cooks or in the back of religion, it’s there. No longer anyone think where it comes from, villain of so many diseases in the covers of weekly magazines. Salt. Economic measurement of other times, selfless molecules that form here salt beings. Vibrant colors pools beyond the clouds that come and go with the shore winds are more than wealth. It is the story of a place, of a people. Spaces plotted to turn ground. Salt.