Leaves floating in a blue screen turn dust in the table of a light room full of life, push down the throat the reminding perpetuity of the fly, waiting, observing, misscomprehending, ejaculating, watching, thinking, eating, shiting, praying, changing, adapting, laughing, crying, but most of all and going back to the point, waiting, waiting with absurd, ridiculous, ansious patience, waiting to follow the fall of their fellow leaves that will either be absorbed by the ground or be ashes. Put back the ash with the rest of the leafs or blow it through you teeth. Ffoooohh! Leaves floating. A leaf floting.