The shades enter and leave each frame in unexpected ways.
Being human means being part of the projection.
I’m a visitor, here for a while but then off to somewhere else,
wearing the body and everything that goes with it.
The accessories make us think this is who we are,
but they’re just borrowed trappings cloaking the penetralium,
tight-fitting suits we have to wear
until the ceremony is over.
Until the Ceremony Is Over
