When I found xems masks embedded in that cliff face, I remained there. Long after I had draped the red swatch like a white rainbow through xems mouth, I persisted. With my own bare feet I carved disappearing centrums into the shoreline. Did this for hours. The sea swallowing each engraving as I attempted to make xems more and more pronounced. Xems are neologismic seisms. 
Anamnesis on every level of the opus.