Ephemera
The unnoticed erosion of spiraling rock stands before fixed reflection. He stands ignorant to the ephemeral images of upbringing. Photographs framing the specters of life passed; from point to point mapping tragic trajectories. Together forming a less steadfast portrait of self, but a warped funhouse surface. There he exist, spirit in tact, conjoined in the hollows of age. Each moment loosening mortar from titanic mosaic. Like the mirror itself, unattainably concrete through nebulous mirage. Unlike most days, he turns from morning and firmly takes hold of the budding fruit branching through bedroom window.