Open. A desperate mix of humanity, straight from the herd, aloft on an updraft of brevity. Stark, thrown up on the wall; an artwork, an instant left still in cacophony, unbidden and blinding, unheard. Yet with the hint of a majesty looming, a passion for living, a chorus in full fortissimo shouting. Delivering a moment and shifting a planet, kept baited on instants, dropping hearts over holes in reality. An enormity parses the air, inscribing feeling on chemical callouses. Creep up on an inference of fallacy, softly, delight in deceiving ourselves. In an under-lit theatre play “Once upon” moments; designed with others in mind, where we aspired to everything ever there was. An innocent instance in imperfect eyes; a window to be again. Close.