POINT 1415(1996)

The “constants” that describe the real world. That sequence of numbers, like an incantation, guarantees this world that feels undeniably real to us. And while sustained by them, we observe the world. Within the diffuse reflections of our countless gazes, the world is constructed inside us. The constructed world, in turn, begins to weave its own “constants.” To be observers; could that not be the very reason for our existence?