"Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
-T. S. Eliot
Time is elastic as boundaries dissolve between the observer and the observed. Chaos flickers to comfort and back again. Sculpted textures are illuminated and then plunged into shadow. Monochrome mastery is punctured by flashes of warmth and skin. Suspended in a web of discordant melodies, reflection becomes resolve, and surveillance approaches the sublime.