I lose the stains.
I can’t remember where they came from.
While the horizontal is shifting.
Promised beginnings deceptive realities.
I did what I was about to forget,
I made connections that where all about possibilities.
I covered instead of defining.
I drag my downfall behind me.
I don’t use words anymore.
The past remembers itself in the midst of reality.
Nothing attracts attention.
But the vertical of the phenomena fluctuates.
analog projects more digital artworks and weird stuff behind the scenes