The everyday has just about forgotten us. All that surrounds us is what is between us. There is love and swagger, there are hours of arguments and days of agreements, there's piles of laughter and a chesful of tears. We are festively decorated and once again sincerely naked. We dance as the steam of morning coffee, as specs of dust in a ray of light. We cascade from the armchair as the lavish dressing gown laid aotp it. We simmer as soup, crackle as an open fire. These fluid landscapes tower together into a fantastical humdrum journey at the end of which a new everyday lies awaiting.