How soon are we beginning to realise that we are differently same attachment of one cultural history? In what situation our face becomes our mind, and we see smell evaporating? Why our physical experience of the world is displayed alongside the pieces of our imagination? This is a short collection of haiku with related materials written in more modernist style, dealing with such forms of objects and their situations in chaos and that illuminate parallel visions existing between the way the modern artist seeks to understand oneself and such actions.