The air thick with dread and wonder, as I ride the synaptic fissures, echoing laughter or screams - do they divide? I swirl between fractals and dimensions. Flip the switch, and flickering shadows reveal glimpses of all that is, and what never was.
What is a chimera but a reflection of yearnings? Yearning to disengage from the mundane, even as the edges sharpen, become so defined. Interruption is our feast, and we are but droplets on the back of a leviathan, longing for comfort yet craving a storm.
Listen to the echoes