Some days the world arrives in soft focus—edges smudged, meanings half-formed—while you drift from lighthouse to lighthouse, never quite docking. You want the good, you reach for it, yet the signal stutters and the crowd feels a step away. There isn’t an answer waiting at the end of this evening, only the hum of the road and a sky that keeps unfolding. Breathe. Keep your compass kind. Even the guides carry only fragments; perhaps it’s you who will stitch the missing piece and find the door no one else could see.

Blurred Transitions

Adam Evesly & the fractal 17 - an exploratory experiment in multidisciplinary art & music, a work in merging both the dark & the light in all of us, explicitly free from any cage