Majls walk in front of us. It is hard to catch a sight of him, but he's there, just around the corner. The tracks in the mud is only hours old. It happens that he leaves greetings from the reality he is moving in. A collection of clothes, spinning vinyls, a champagne bottle in huge size, pins adorned by his merry countenance. At first, perhaps the expressions seems completely decoupled from each other, but soon it´s clear that their centers are exactly the same. In the light of this gold shining center the picture of Majls and the parallel dimension he appears in clears. He´s surprisingly similar to us. Same longings, same motivations and desires. The same melancholy emptiness when the party´s over. The fur is really all that divides us. Majls world are there, as a reminder of ours. Neither better nor worse, just different in ways we can all relate to. We can hopefully learn more about ourselves through taking part of it - and when the paw imprint is made, it doesen´t disappear.