Fragmentation Period. 2022 December #006. Partial pieces crossed, crumbling structures in strife. A freight of motifs, dashed with uncertain life. The building swaying, in a chaotic dance. Beneath the ruins, a broken chance. The colors myopic, as the dust settles low. Fragmented images, too distant to know. Half a story told, from the ashes of the past. A partial view of life, that never will last.
rmutt
