There’s something to this. Lost moments reconstructed in artifice. The too hard attempts at bringing beauty to shared moments. Nature is throttled into presence as behaviors are betrayed. No sunrise worshipped, but cathode bleed instead. Crop, edge, burn and tweak the edges of reality until they approximate the simulacrum of fantasy. Greeting card piss, life offers more beauty in every passing moment than this canny triumph. Yet it’s pushed into the festooned business of others inundated view with near-stillborn hopes that an art has been coaxed from cliche; that the hope justifies fabrication. #heavyedit #phoneart #poem #poetry #sky #dawn #child #clouds #writer #writing #literary_imagery1 #literary_original #cheesyashell #cliche (at Fakery)