it's what gets left behind

From a mouse perspective the elephant eye looms large as a subtle reminder about which path to follow to remove the obstructions preventing the full effect of the light from streaming through.


When the air vent prisoner finally managed to get a message through, the only one close enough to hear was the tv and it was useless to explain to it just how expensive this kind of escape really is.


As if to imply some sort of lesson in the way the design of a discarded beer can and an odd glove brings their union to mind and a simple message in their demise.


Perhaps in some alien landscape somewhere there is a creature who peers one-eyed through a veil of material made of bubbles and says hi.


Chaotic disruption in the purity of a constantly changing stream leaves stains behind like memory lingers in mind when the substance has washed away.


Splayed against a wooden wall and stripped of their essence the victims of extra long placement in the stream flow of ideas are revised until barely a hint of the original remains.


The photo is not crooked. The clouds have created an optical anomaly that makes the whole world look tilted, who ever decided level was level anyway, the chicken or the egg?