© Matthew Word Bain

the disappearance of these tracks
into a zone of overexposure
evokes a constellation
of associations

Tarkovsky’s Zona
the construct of The Matrix
white light as the sum of all color
the diaphainon, “that which shines through,”
from Gebser’s Ever-Present Origin
the haze of oblivion

how is it that one image
could represent
so many –
and so disparate –
expressions of what is?

and yet, is this so different
from the world itself?