Light shines through shadowed forms creating pockets of luminescence burning and refracting on the blacktop, particles and waves into the cone of the eye, blinding us for a moment before we adjust to that out of focus projection of the sun; an image so misrepresented as to no longer convey any concept of the source but moreso an idea of some celestial and deified immovable and eternal force. This is the lie we tell and retell ourselves at every moment that the thing which allows us our concept of the world is beyond our ken and yet it is little more than yesterday’s picture of that great sphere around which our entirety revolves.









