Impossible Task

Unique terminology emerges with astounding velocity as our collective vocabulary swells to meet the needs of inconceivable crises and their interwoven consequences. While words may effortlessly document such change, they remain unable to prevent its passage. What can be said to reverse the flow of our calamitous trajectory?

In Another New Calligraphy's sixth Impossible Task, thoughts are conjured and absences made. Shadows stretch long with the morning sun while the water runs cold, fan and heater blasting. The sky splinters like a mirror, born in a brilliant shade of blue. Magic is made from moonshine, mud, and paradoxes. Vents open and close to pass steam through pipes as a newborn pulls milk from its mother's body. Life is an energy deprived of any atoms that matter.
Working girls daydream—sighing or flying; gliding or diving; whispering, violently; drifting, whiling...ly.

Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.