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When a water droplet falls on a surface heated to over 100° it will, for a moment, hover on an aircushion of steam.* The impact splits the droplet into numerous beads of water that gently circle one another in contemplation before gradually gliding together. Little by little the tiny spheres merge into a larger droplet soon to be fractured once more by the next drip: a clear, meditative moment that reoccurs again and again, enabling time to dance in a space verging on the “here and now”. Lukas Töpfer