It began as a pale blue outline, growing stronger and longer as the evening grew into night. The edges creeped outward on the ornamental paper, developing into an apparition of an old photograph negative.
He came back periodically, checking for changes, till finally he was unable to take his eyes away from the emerging image. An image, an illusion of changing colour and form, a trick of light or the mind – he could not tell. All he could do was wait, wait for the inevitable conclusion of the narrative in which he now found himself captive.
In the morning, they found the beautiful odd paper on his desk. He sat there, weeping over it in beatific horror. All these years later, he is still there. Is this paper not intriguing with its charming patterns and colours reminiscent of long lost photographs and memories? Have a closer look.
Blue wheel of Time’s tears –
such pretty old paper, stained
with fears – pierced azure.