What I look at in one moment doesn’t exist in the next.
What I see I can’t remember. I can’t see it ever again.
What I try to meld comes apart, what I try to tell becomes incoherent. Images connect and disconnect like the spraying fractals of the winter sunlight playing on the ever fainter memories that I hold to.
Don’t take this impermanence away from me. This is what I live to see.