Sunflowers become lines on tombstones shedding seeds, memories. Somehow a gunmetal casket and rays of sun resolve their differences – both visions of the living. We are inside the minds of the dead. Words falter, spreading too far apart for sound.
Sunflowers become lines on tombstones shedding seeds, memories. Somehow a gunmetal casket and rays of sun resolve their differences – both visions of the living. We are inside the minds of the dead. Words falter, spreading too far apart for sound.