That immaterial minds are paired with physical bodies is a miracle with a caveat: only our bodies can meet. Real knowledge of another mind is nearly impossible. Yet, reality is what other people can confirm for you.
Solipsism yields its own fictions. Disembodied, who and what might we be? This is an investigation into the tactility of virtual worlds and an attempt to reconcile the solitary digital experience with actual reality.
Heats mingle. Lightning white veins lance the air. Animate sand and steel with the touch of a button. Under the supervision of dual luminaries, grant the blessed glow of life to the tranquil desert dunes.
Castaway: self-inflicted? Stranded on the garden archipelago after but a moment of inattention, keep companion to the still waters and serene flora. These idyllic islands are an exquisite vantage point to the eons. Watch the color of the sky mete out the measure of time.
Oldtown tonight is deserted. Gentle rainfall perforates the dark. Trail a wake of bright shapes and small melodies. Pick them back up. Leave them behind. If there was ever a place to search for something, it’s here.
Forsaken on the moon; another discarded monument. These ruins are the immense and imposing tributes to old gods now long departed. Join them in exile, their murky twilight. Meditate on a future graced again by the light of the sun.
If the beating heart had legs to walk, its footsteps would resound these halls. Raw concrete for muscle and flesh, enter into open communion with the building as a body, dignified and isolate. Learn back and forth its inside spaces. We are not keeping secrets anymore.
Angels return home to their own quiet world where their dark bodies turn, deeply asleep. The mountaintop at night is blessed by a gleaming darkness, its effigies by a haunting song. Come undone to the wind's soft sighing and linger long enough to disappear.
