Eyes So Blue, Hair in Flames
The music is playing in what we now call the background. (Background to what? Foreground of Our Being?)
Life & Time flows past me. I stand still.
What seems flat and static is strange and complex. A crystal origami lattice, folding and unfolding into and around itself. Constant transformations, unseen and unnoticed, as the transforming becomes the transformed.
Secrets are not and cannot be kept. Not here.