Impossible Task

Conflict has become the currency of our time, funding the endless series of internal and external transactions crowding anxious days and sleepless nights. Global stressors trickle down as dollars never could, permeating the minutiae of our arduous lives. Yet we fight, we hope, we create—an inversion of the ego sustaining this economy of friction.

As you will find in Another New Calligraphy's first Impossible Task, we smell eleventh-floor lilies and feel the AC tear the warmth from our skins. We pull memories from minds and rise illogically, unify in opposition yet refrain from beheading. The horizon fizzes like a lighted fuse while mud speaks and grass breaks through its barrier. The hope all along is that we live forever; though we may be wrongful heirs, we relive and retell our stories all the same.

Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.