Space is Temporal

Space is Temporal

By Aran Meredith

The melody of Time is...a repetition. Reserved yet expansive. Borderlining explosive, slowly dissolving like red ink on water, or maybe blood.

Ethereal is a lost ancient mode. Trying to recollect the forgotten. Re:member. 

Remember this. And let the frozen river flow, once more in silk strings, in darkness, in one sitting.

It doesn’t happen, not really. But we do. Ever so slightly.

Gazing at my city from a pleasant distance, it’s lit by firelights and tissues from recycled bones. Splendid splendour ending in silence. A note, a blank one.

We are constantly revising that which cannot be revised.