Trails of histories splintered across time, discord among tribes, interpretations of past versus imaginings of a future in the presence of an unappreciated now: illusions at war. Rise above the death of this world. Rise above death in the drowning of this noise, in the field of this deluge, in these times.
Attachment is the mind enchanted with time.
On the surface there are waves, continental shifts in time, a transcription of the cartographer’s dream, I am. The architecture of the narrative must transform and shift as the protagonist dissolves in the ego based, time based identity: a refining of a living, shifting narrative exploring its very dimensions, transformations, an architecture for exiting time.
Underneath the surface of time, abandon.