each fragment replaced where it was, but notquite
to be assembled again with fond anticipation;
Beautiful poem, I love the winding of the words and of course I love the art haha, you expressed the nostalgia of memory perfectly.
The mirrored fractals of captured photons and experience, recreated infinitely within our synapses, there for us to relive and reassemble.
Infinite Lovewaves :)
leave it to you to find the perfect expression of it. I've been watching this for a while now. Thank you for indirectly inspiring this art~