SKYLAR

There is a particular kind of quiet that only exists after the last train has gone.

I used to think every idea needed an ending. A finished piece, a shipped project, something with a clean edge.

Lately I have been keeping the fragments.

Between trains

An imagined coast, just before the light goes.

Some things only become clear after they are gone.

A small signal

One wave. A little interference. Change the frequency below.

Ways of looking