art for any day of the week — especially not tuesday.
Stray captures and offcuts. Alive, even in stillness.
The mountains blinked. The data froze. The landscape slipped. You caught it.
Fragments of thought, color, and memory adrift in the signal haze.
The same glimpses, left unspoken. For the ones who write their own.
Curved, reduced, remembered. Fragments that linger like statues in dreamlight.
Dreams shimmer in static. The transmission never ends.
A hazy reel of sky and roadside.
