1292.

A Dali painting
come to life. Eyes cast to slow
surreality.

1291.

Every moment just
turned back from beauty in a
cynic's weary view.

1290.

Clouds become anchors
set for a constant hanging.
Idealism's end.

1289.

A slow crawl toward
inexorable futures.
The depressive's dream.

1288.

Spring is already
wearing heavy this year. A
miasma of change.

1287.

The only savior
in any story, always,
is the narrator.

1286.

A lesson there for
everyone. Grouped and singles,
victimizers all.