When the charges went off, the desert lifted as one body. Sand became my material, gravity my collaborator. Out of the blast, the desert lifted like a spirit. Kilometers of fuse and powder under this desert, tens of thousands of charges sitting in the sand waiting for their one moment. When they fired together, they all. I expect fireworks to color the sky. I want his to move the ground itself. When the first charges fired, the desert lifted. For a breath, the sand forgot gravity and built something of its own. Out in the Sahara, I buried a kilometers of fireworks beneath the dunes. When they all went off at once, 3 2 1. TikTok.