I observe these lights resting on water, visible without a source that matters.
Reflection once promised depth, meaning, intention; now it simply shows alignment without origin.
In The Last Thing You Can’t Generate, I recorded the moment when surfaces stopped asking to be interpreted and started holding on their own.
The book is available in all e-book stores, not to explain what you see here, but to mark the boundary you are already standing at.
Rethinka · 2049
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