22nd installment in the Ecuador Series. Life is unraveling at the seams, and still we juggle. A figure made of those loose strands of life, keeps glowing orbs in the air with one hand while another has already cracked on the ground. Inevitably, one ball breaks. What do we give our attention to? The broken ball, which can send the rest tumbling? Or to what we still hold in the air, so the flow can continue?