Theories of Parallax

Sometimes, the third street corner— a slight misalignment in perception.

Avenue or alleyway, the visuals shift forward—

scattered thoughts, echoes of a past reality. Glazed over windows reflect another age.

Obscured pixels or missing frames,

they linger just out of focus. The digital age feels older by minutes or hours… glitches confuse.

Probing minds ponder... The vortex of timelines timelines overlap, merge, disrupt. Return the static to solar systems?

Do we move, do we see... A sense of neither?

Resolutions descend into theoretical archives—

where does it fade?