to go back and impose stability on a precarious moment. mundane sublime natural beauty flattened into jumpy still frames. what is lost is depth but not perspective. you can look at a full scene from east to west or travel deep into the center point, forward in time and space. tracking who you were when you went in and who you are now that you’ve come out. like fixing your gaze on a stable point when spinning on your toes, you anchor yourself in the moment. not able to see clearly what you’ve traveled in the side view mirror, vibrating threateningly from the gravel path you are on. not able to see the drawing you are making with your presence in the dust.