Light fractures off a memory, in this moment I realize the signs the ones I left behind, as the white stain of distance streaks upon the sealed window. I cover my eyes to shield the disguise, in sleep I find the reason for the undeveloped films, unexposed to the wealth of being. The tragedy of waking without you near is only to find you where you have always been, resting between the shutter and the release. As light travels great distances to send and recieve the signals, that we are still here, still there, waiting to meet again for the first time.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: André Josselin