Pencilled maps of how to come out of this alive, temporary names given to depths unknown.
The blank slate of eternity and us, knowing not what to do with it, fractured it and called it time.
The vault of the heavens built for us to shout at it and learn how to listen as it echoes back.
— Genesis (2020) 🖼️ And she had a heart! (Simonet, 1890)














