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At the Giant’s Causeway grasses fill the cracks as the basalt columns are overtaken by earth towards the cliffside, the depth and heights of hexagonal columns revealed by the effect of glaciers. These cracks form almost perfect hexagons, mimicked 40,000 times over at receding heights. Next to the ocean, the cracks are overcome by sand and kelp. This is a world heritage site taken care of by humans. Can the causeway never erode like the Place des Arts columns are eroding while they wait for destruction, wait for the new development. Instead, we see these columns falling apart, their materials crumbling, breaking, new life forming, as they sink into the earth, the hidden waters, the imagined waters of ocean, of whales, plankton, jellyfish. We flash compact discs to reflect light. The refractions forming sea creatures of the sunlight in the colonnade. What creatures pull their bodies up on the Giant’s Causeway and lay their drenched bodies on the cold rocks, taste the salt, feel the slime of the sea? We expand our fingers upon the concrete. Feel the cold of the shadow, wonder at the magnitude of lava, at the transfixed effect of shadows, the potential in erosion, our fingers feeling the cool stone, sea creatures floating, the sun covered by cloud to disguise us momentarily in shades of blue.