Thoughts on the ideas of words cornering a certain limited ideal worth the effort to pin that which exists in the very limited space afforded. Space in the art of dying restructures. Words past themselves in disbelief. Meaning in the narrative floundering outside itself, howls & screams signify chains, crawling towards extinction of the old.

Meanings overlap. Illusions of Regenerative productions.

And what of that which has yet to exist?

It may take a lifetime to write the impossible.