Slow Churn

Slowly churning.
Billowing out; expanding in one place, dissolving into thin vapour in another.
At a glance, it appears static. Over time, all of it is transitory.
Clouds, cities, everything is changing, growing, and passing away.
On earth and in the sky.

Frames

I’ve come to realize that I can never see things as they ‘really are’. There’s always some reference, preconception; some structure that frames what I perceive. Maybe, if I look through many different frames, I could reduce this self-imposed haze.

Occasionally, I have ocular migraines. They appear as visual disturbances: shimmering crystalline zig-zag shards of light slowly cross my field of vision. Through this glitch, I catch a glimpse of my brain working to assemble an image of my surroundings. I perceive the construction of the illusion of seeing.