You are biking along a canal which is part of a multiplicity of other streams of water. They seem to dissolve this land all the way down into the North Sea. ‘How does a mixture of sweet and salty water feels like?’, you would ask yourself, while your bike tires rub on the used ground. Bricks loaded with cold damp. Your sight is hindered by countless droplets hanging still in the air, carrying signatures of their surroundings. You know where they are coming from. You also know that these waters have to be maintained by chemicals to keep the system in a balance... at least that is what someone told you. The piercing breeze hitting your cheeks and the hands on your handlebar is your vitalising skin-tonic. At this moment, you’ll find punctuations of a salty sea grass scent among these artificial smells, and your brain starts to flush green-gray air through your inner self.