Object Permanence

The fleeting wisp of sunshine pulsing through my deadly opaque skin.

An essence of virtuality and too abstract to be objectified.

It can’t be described by “is a” X.

X is one of the few unmarked spots.

Living in the abstract like Plato’s projection.

Am I the man in the cave? Just an instance of time?

Do I even really feel the radiating rays or is that objectified too?

What is pure? What is virtual?

Only our inherited objectifications can elaborate on the virtual abstractions.