within us eternally resides a delicate recoil, a drawback, a fissure, a parting. as human entities we struggle perilously to fuse those holes which haunt us. though, they are inescapable, it simply is completely inevitable. lost lovers, lost souls, lost identities, forgotten letters, misplaced belongings, vacant dreams—hollows ensue in all existences. it is in the attempts to mend our own molds where we lose ourselves. when instead we should be traversing the openings, embracing the concealed unknowns, perhaps even morphing our psyches in a dark dance with them—rather than battling the endless loop of attempted degenerative obliteration. you & i obtain the power to surpass it all. we must trust the unknown. just remember it did in fact bestow us this present which we have both come to so deeply cherish. just remember. dance. you & i are made of a dream. forever we will float. drifting through lands and heart beats. 11:11.

(our drift, found footage digital collage diptych, 2012)