It is that place between reality and fantasy. Trying to hold onto something that has already left. Seeing life through tears, tearing at the merciless fabric of time. The obscure disseminates through vision, you may see what is not actually there or maybe you’ll see the black light, the only true reflection of what was.
Beauty becomes ethereal, too perfect, too delicate for this world. A rambling, discursive narrative explores the place that is no longer fact but is also not quite fiction.