The rhythms may roll and rattle, may coalesce and gather, to transform sound into a memory. The individual walks out alone, shaking and trembling, the reflective nature of mind casts its doubt into the river. A system of symmetries align, the web of the divine. Within each a story, within each the all. The steady state remains the same, unchanged resting in the beginning, as we wait for an end.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Mark. A Reynolds