Frozen and Disintegrating Particles of the Past.
A thought becomes a memory as soon as it exists, and memories begin to corrode as soon as they exist. We try to freeze them into words, but words erode and are distorted in the blizzard of context and subjective realities. In the kaleidoscope of the mental archives, they decay into motes of dust dancing in the light of recent experience. And always, always, always, they fade and disappear.
What you are looking at is an arrangement of data-particles: captured images of the ever-shifting patterns that arise in Mind. These are subject to the same decay as all other words, and as soon as they are written, are part of the past.
I hope they have some meaning to the flickering and temporary patterns you think of as yourself, my reader.
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