Impossible Task

Ambitions slip past fingers like blades through tire treads while all around us the world tilts closer to ultimate ruin. For every action, there is an equal and opposite fist awaiting. For every inch of progress, a pound of payback accrued. Yet we grasp at threads softly out of focus and just beyond our reach: the loose ends of a better life to come.

In Another New Calligraphy's twelfth Impossible Task, crow feathers sprout from the mouth and ghosts no longer frighten. Medical experts codify failure while the world is too intense for gullible feet. Where does the violence go? Flowers blossom through monochrome like magic, waiting for a final cremation when the sun engulfs it all. A carbon paradox hums in idle driveways—that need with no end. Oil stains fingers yellow before bones become beauty. A giant white thumb glides by to warn of the coming curfew.

Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.