Scratched archival inkjet photographs of highways at night. These may or may not end up accompanied by poems like this one inspired by Takashi Hiraide’s For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut:
Past the sprouting of the past, the asphalt dreams of waving toward the split of the evening. Basement dreams. Formations form. Birds of the earth fly in celestial formations. Emerge, then, to greet the rising stars sprinkling themselves across your path.
