A face pressed close to the lens, half-consumed by a violet flare that behaves like weather.

A pond overexposed to white, its single dark ripple opening in the water like an eye.

In sepia, a figure recedes down an industrial street beneath gantries, framed like salvaged newsreel.

Two figures pause at the crest of a scratched hillside path, the emulsion raining around them.

A branch of blossom against darkness, each flower burning as a small unfocused lamp.

A congress of pigeons in silhouette along a ridge, holding session beneath a mottled sky.

Figures drowned in green — faces surfacing and dissolving inside the texture as if underwater.

On a checkerboard floor the film set shows itself: tripod, crew, and a woman rehearsing her apparition.

A bare mattress in an amber room; a man crosses toward the one door that is lit.

A suited man smokes against a pale wall, composed like a portrait waiting for its interrogation.