I’m glued to a tiny 3:2 window, stealing glimpses and assembling fragments. When the urge comes it’s usually overwhelming, washing away everything around me — like the receding tide on a full moon.
Eventually all that remains are these bits & pieces thrown haphazardly on a screen, laid out on a grid, intent on becoming greater than the sum of their parts.
And then the struggle
to extract meaning from these small, quiet territories.