Forgotten, lost in the midst of time, the thread of memory breaks, pulled too tight in the effort to remember. Desperate to recall, the velvet blackness of the mind recedes to a hidden space uncovering the contour of landscape beneath. The eye casts a glance over the horizon finding no depth in the proffered creation. The elaborate scenery is a trick, a mirage of the imagination cast to confuse and evoke a myriad of false recollections. Perception is the blind man’s art, which the mind cannot perfect, and so the memory fades, folded into the crevices of time and eventually…forgotten.