Flickering Thresholds
A child’s crayon drawing, yellows bleeding into the darkened paper, clung to memory even as details faded with each attempt at focused observation. Dust motes danced in the light illuminating its blurred edges—a stubborn trace of former handling and a weight not easily dismissed. The image wasn't simply *of* sunflowers or stars but built from layers of interaction; an iridescent film coating old emotional connections. Perhaps influence isn’t found in initial causes, but within the ongoing entanglement with what has been, leaving one subtly altered by unseen currents.