How far can a single image take us, or us take it?
What depths can we conjure from its flat grave? What narratives are to be excavated, found hidden in silver?
Do we run with it like a lie, like a fiction? Do we build it up brick by brick until it is a castle floating in the sky?
Answers strike quick yet evaporate, questions emerge slowly and linger, cautiously melting away in the white optic heat.
How far can a single image take us, or us take it?
What depths can we conjure from its flat grave? What narratives are to be excavated, found hidden in silver?
Do we run with it like a lie, like a fiction? Do we build it up brick by brick until it is a castle floating in the sky?
Answers strike quick yet evaporate, questions emerge slowly and linger, cautiously melting away in the white optic heat.