the arc collection

i wonder what she might think of our world, the binary, the wastefulness of life and awful stagnation. or is it the awful acceleration of brilliant flashing colors as a pixelated veil to keep our hands from the earth?

maybe our world is not so different from hers. in the mud, on our knees we lift the veil. a glimpse of the vision and inspiration - we are our own angels, shouldering saintly reflections of ourselves so beautiful and powerful, we too, might don the vivid armor of our convictions and act