01 — ORIGIN
Lumen
We begin as heat. Before there is color, there is pressure — a star, holding its breath.
We begin as heat. Before there is color, there is pressure — a star, holding its breath.
Eight minutes of nothing. The dark is not empty. It is the distance light agrees to cross.
A prism does not invent the spectrum. It only stops pretending light is one thing.
Somewhere an eye opens, and the whole journey is given a smaller name. Morning.