those lovely grays. the luxurious, silky, folding ululating grays whose waves cascade lapping over your entirety, a gradient, a tonality, an endless gift of discrete information amongst ceaseless possibility.
every person a light, every surface a mirror. all things known and unknown mingling like interlocking fingers. we finally come into a time where we have a home base, a navigable ocean, various topologies, and a network of connectivity previously unseen now radiant and ever-evolving.
these are the times in which we make strides. one foot kicks in the shallows, and the body propels towards unknown depth with a sense of a clarity.
finish a project, start another, eat some ice cream in-between.