You happen to catch eyes with someone else who has been up there like you were but also can’t quite remember it like you can’t to you can’t. Hold eyes for a second glance back at the hovering blue source of all things and quickly look away and keep walking so no one knows where you came from.

This moth hovers between the ancient screen of The reflection in the window holds the moth perfectly divided between the interior of the cottage and the wildness of the night. But the reflection is just a story. A projection the moth can fly free whenever he’s ready.