' To again remind myself the venerable code of environmental responsibilities as one of restless beings in this universe, I decided to reprocess items in my trashcan-of-the-day and attempt to milk any hidden artistic preciousness out of them. The trashcan, quietly parked in a desolate corner in my kitchen far away from the refrigerator that contentedly humming an unidentifiable masterpiece in a very low frequency, bagged somewhat smelly collective of everyday-debris like the leftover of my soul. I carefully browsed through them with the utmost admiration. Few minutes later, an inconceivable idea was conceived and I found myself momentously scanning all the garbagy artifacts with my unwilling flatbed scanner.

Exactly 36 minutes later, my task of documenting this averagely average day with this moderately odd method came to a sensible closure.  Another 8 minutes were solely spent on tediously cleaning and de-odorizing my flatbed scanner.  Filing all scanned images took another 4 minutes and it was during the filing procedure that I fortuitously unearthed the Diagram series, completed in the early part of 2009, in my dangerously populous hard drive.  They necessitated to be resuscitated, I muttered.