Absence of innocence, broken veins, the unknown cosmos of memories to be,
living, breathing creatures in the imaginary realms, so dear, so near; and after,
the unbearable shallowness of being, here, frozen in the spectrum of mortal insanity,
divinity embracing me, in this hollow verisimilitude of un/reality.

verisimilitude | winter 2020
35mm | vintage µ[mju:]-II limited