Imagine I just meet you, for a few seconds not more than two minutes in a sort of elevator conversation and you were left with a business card. It read the name I wished to you address me with, the texture of the card was not of paper but with a sort of metallic shine for his touch to become more perceptive as is meant to be moved once checked in reflecting a chameleon change colour by the vertical or horizontal stance by light.

 And what does it capture the attention or interest of a person whom is wanted, this card was produced not by hundred copies or thousands, million counts but it was meticulously assembled for just one person, for one singular design and for an specific season and one moment. In one way or another it had to tight for a project, as a watchman on the side or to drive a truck on the side, or in the front side as to all the sides of a diamond and finger nails.

 He knew whom he is as he gets to feel the elaborated instrument that transported a previous brief meeting, my docile smile being left behind, perhaps it has been left unknown elsewhere. It became a sacred space over the spot of concentrating and to preserve that grabbing time it self to entirely form an unique consisted reality. Rocked and compact in time apart from all others to stop in it. 

 To my picture I had considerable misgivings about his arrival, would he be aloof or convivial? Will he come or shall I go, it might work or it could be passed to another person as the riches on display exhibit with the confrontations of the unconscious, the major efforts on my behalf was to unlock the human mind and organised. Follow the directors order. 

Eve Moneypenny
85 Albert Embarkment,
Vauxhall, Lambeth.
London, SE11 5AW
UK

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