[Images] Do Not Open The Box

As if it were memories, extended novella. A broken sonata and fragmented montage, duo-chrome tinted rose-hued polyethene clips. Flying colours and dragonfly wings.

Just a last sip of iced tea, lukewarm, imported from some shitty island out of nowhere. All powders and no leaves.

It hurts and it hurts in a way that stopped hurting anymore.

Now I was just rambling, back then I used to dream.

But that was thrice lifetimes ago. 

2018.03.

Photo credit ©Aran Meredith.