Fragments

A disconnected rendering, alive and overshadowed, wanders through the wasteland of a superficial construct. Unaware of its surroundings, it pervades into perception, and leaks a luminance that blinds. In the face of such awareness clouds a dream of simpler times, an alternate remembrance of people and places from long ago. Yet even innocence is not safe from this ironic intimation, as visions turn corrupt with elements of the present.