in time: prologue

to observe our own lives as an omnipresent force is to discover magnificent nothingness.

this timeline lacks cornerstones and instead finds a humble foundation on snapshots from a day more like the ones we float through regularly. this is an ode to the mundane, a melody of low humming frequencies grounding us in this ubiquitous reality.

we store our memories with minimal dimensionality-- mere points on the plane of existence, highlights of our biggest and most important days. but between these points exist a web of time, stringing together the rich but mundane hours of our own lives to that of others. it’s in these threads that we find ourselves; vulnerable and expressive.

we wake up in the same morning.