Paradox Period. 2023 March #000. The ages reflect obscurity, a sculpture in shallow depths, it stands in a darkened exhibit, a metaphor for what we repress. Macabre memories forgotten and lost - unaware of the consequences, a tangled web of obscurity, which weaves us up in defenses. The shadows of our past lives remain, floating in the liminal space. A shining light of revelation, revolving in its secret place.