The Epipelagic Zone

Window screening live images to the corner of our left eye. It’s a small walled in room, it’s a large quiet space, it’s an expanse that could greatly use a tree and a creek. Birds flock over the top right view of your skyscape and we fasten our souls to their wings for them to take us along their journey.

Have you imagined, though, at the end of their flight: in the rain, the scourging of breadcrumbs in a sea of traffic, giants cutting off limbs of your dwelling and – god forbid – their spawns shaking your nest for the horrendous pleasure of the sound of crushed lives. For a fragile creature who can’t guarantee its next meal, it is indeed an incredibly delicate symbol of freedom.

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