one eye sees

Ethereal and surreal like the stairs that climb into the sky the only place to go is hazy and indistinct and full of snow.


Separated by density the flow of a puddle across a rippled driveway etches chaotic patterns reminiscent of fractal designs.


Behind painted eyes frozen shut and hair that never moves in the strongest wind the continual perspective of the streetcorner stays the same the more it changes.


Wires leading to a dark hooded vortex where all communication ends.