From a Farther Room

This fantasy goes on for an eternity. A lucid interval, and a great expenditure of effort, permit you to look at the clock. The eternity turns out to have been only a minute.

Charles Baudelaire, Artificial Paradises

The fruit tree blossoms again, this time stacking the “mirage” lens on top of the close-up lens on top of the crosshatch filter–surprised anything came through…