Inner Walls Print

Just a normal tree standing within a mangled forest. Yet, from its scarified trunk boldly expanding itself through expansions covering more territory, all the while trying to recover lost area, slowly but required for it's own life equilibrium. Like to all the people, roots give a feel of stability, but it only is a mirage keeping us within this illusionary bubble while the wind's vagaries just bounce us within the third dimension of life, a constant storm driven out from an infinity of variables, both invisible thus unreadable to our narrow perception of what is called 'world'. Swirling seeds within the cauldron of life's infinite winds, us all.