Light streams unfiltered through fired retinas, scorched with the imprint of a reality too dazzling to process. Abruptly subsiding, it leaves the lingering potency of absence in its wake as darkness resumes as if never interrupted.
A melodiously distorted sound surges through transient ears, only to give way to a vast, impenetrable silence which neither anticipates permanence nor expects to be punctured.
The chorus of infinite voices spin narratives as pithy and profound as the tangled roots of a wise oak tree, pulsing with the energy of earth and air – a symphony which ebbs and fades, expands and shrinks.
Roads stretch to-and-fro, quite aloof from the passing cargo propelled by the beat of their own rhythmic destinies. High above, the winged take to the air, oscillatory as a pendulum as the temperatures ignite a relentless migration.
A hand grows withered and bares the passage of an existence bound to the façade of “forwards”… Meanwhile, the cuckoo perturbs the comforting embrace of a nest, and an undetermined life is sent lurching into a veiled future.
The grand mirage of cascading water as clear and true as perception looms on the horizon, as the desert’s victim takes her last intake of breath, and tumbles readily into the azure mist of the unknown.
The apophenic casts its vision across an eternity, scouring every microbe in its playground. Eventually, as information saturates an insatiable void, humanity takes a bow, closes its eyes, and dares to peak inwards.