The tides change, the sun rises and sets, and boundaries continue to disappear. An imaginary comfort needed when the sum of being is too much and sits more comfortably divided. The mind forgetting that the image is not a moment passed, but elements transformed. The leaf leaving home only to become the soil sustaining the tree that once sustained it. These figmented fringes of life that only exist as solace to a lack of control are equally nurturing when observed as such.