On the seashore, on the sandy beach, where the waves bring household rubbish and other products of human activity, there is a disturbing feeling
of the momentary nature of human desires, habits and barbaric thirst
for comfort on the background of the wounds on the body of the environment that are left by this human influence, and that the rubbish
on the sand gives birth to a simultaneous understanding of the power
of human, given to him by nature, and his inability to live in harmony with it and therefore the inevitable end of all his efforts at the moment when a new wave of time will wash away the ornament of civilisation, leaving no trace
on the sand of eternity.