I look into a frame --
portrait or picture, doesn't matter.
It is a black mass swirling in an
implied, illustrated wind.
I see myself in the blackness.
Standing, waiting in the reflection of the frame.
I begin to feel the wind, doomed to be surrounded by the blackness.
Once I turn off the light and the frame can no longer reflect --
it just is exactly what it is.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
I look into a frame --
portrait or picture, doesn't matter.
It is a black mass swirling in an
implied, illustrated wind.
I see myself in the blackness.
Standing, waiting in the reflection of the frame.
I begin to feel the wind, doomed to be surrounded by the blackness.
Once I turn off the light and the frame can no longer reflect --
it just is exactly what it is.
