For a few hours the whole round world is covered by the bluest light, silvery metallic, countless drops
light all around us
For a few hours the whole round world is covered by the bluest light, silvery metallic, countless drops
light all around us
We are all shadows, finding ourselves at loose ends behind unexpected doorways, always reckoning with the ghosts of younger selves accompanied by their shimmering, transformed companions
The dead, haloed in what they have become