When All You Are is Change

In a perfect world, an object thrown straight up, would fall straight back down, tracing a flawless parabolic path on graph paper. But in reality, the atmosphere alters its course, shifting its point of return ever so slightly. Demanding the quick, instinctive adjustment to catch it, what we end up calling life.

A Life that gets lived in a collective prism, refracting white light into the spectrum you eventually see the world in. A far from perfect, having endured its own journey - smokey d...