NADA New York 2024

The only remaining coral of the seafloor is no longer in concert with the sea. Changing tides bring new meaning to the lush landscape of the infinite valley. I can see the gently dimming moon passing through casted shadows of low flying clouds over the horizon. Alone, I ride with the wind at my back. I’ve been contemplating ancient artifacts in my mind in the form of memories of lifetimes from thousands of years ago. I am able to see tiny electrically charged particles of glowing micro-fibers all around me, but I am unsure of their meaning.