Only markers, guiding you softly, whirling around you like the gentle spring breeze when it touches your face: fresh, sweeping, and clear. The muddled residue of your not so carefully constructed digital world traps you in a web of grey, lifeless strands of false connection.

There is no exit sign at the end of a long hallway. When the lights are dim and you're stumbling on the path; no written burning commands for you to move towards it...

There's no artificial intelligence in the world that could tune into the rhythm of existence like your ears which hear and perceive the subtle revelations that the natural world reveals...

#surreal #artistsofbluesky

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