“The fact is that these sticks have their own lives, as if they were animated by some kind of spell. They rotate slowly; they vibrate, bend and open up much like the way a peacock spreads its wings, shaking like leaves. All it takes is for someone on the other side of the room to clear their throat or the heat of a lamp or even an imperceptible breath of air that sneaks in through the window and the sticks start to tremble. In other words, since no environment can ever be absolutely still – not even behind closed doors – these sticks are in perpetual motion.”
