Cosmologists theorize that there is an infinite number of universes.
Across one side of an argentine pavilion lies a park filled with lush fields of grass alongside a concrete pavement and trees embellished with scintillating lights. At night, couples chat and sit down either on a cleaved trunk of a tree or on the lawn as students pass by in this dimension.
Yet in another dimension, the soil might have been barren, the sparkle might have gone out, and the pairs might have gone home, unaware of each other’s existence, leaving the park in the shadows. F
Words by ZYMON ARVINDALE R. DYKEE
Photo by KATRINA MAE H. MARCOS