blink
“Don’t blink, you might miss…”
..layers of lines: gray, thinning the landscape into vertical slices. imagine moving through that and erasing slivers of yourself, then rebuilding them, as you slip through the rain. A blink could stop the droplets in mid-air. All hazy green wetness and glimmering gems. motionless. maybe you could listen to some music, or look at a bunny, or play with some pictures during that space.
This Wednesday, in a flick.