Attic Lonely portraits of a childhood lost among boxes and bags and blankets, trinkets to return to after passage through time exist solely to remember. Remember that one day, clouds glowing and cold? Say cheese as if to say hello to the forgotten future Space and Time, one in the same, often at odds. Intersecting lattices as mystic sailors crossing the sea plot a course around the world with the aid of sparks in the sky to find the forgotten future The stars recollect where they will have been, after the fact and rummaging through a garret of old memorabilia, reminiscing on the impending expedition. As for the wanderer there is only one way, that is to partake, traverse the endless waves, and hope the celestial nightlights align to pave the way into the forgotten future
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