When bonds lose their epic dimension, the possibility of transcendence dissolves with them. Without a shared narrative, connection becomes surface—touch without root, duration without depth. The promise, once sacred, fades into immediacy. We no longer seek eternity, only momentary affirmation. The tragic has been replaced by the disposable. And in that drift, what is lost is not only the other, but the very meaning of inhabiting a we.
collage made from scanned and digitally manipulated burned family photos
2025 aem