Aethēr: A Rite (Of Passage)

Fortune beseeched: a tidal wave drove me ashore and into the harbor of new-found spirits, away from the black balloons that fill the well of my armistices. I felt the hands of time fall backwards, into the night, cast under the spell of an unknown amber-colored fruit -- adorned with the air of a thousand lights and the praise of a flock of foreign tongues... A glimmering pilgrimage, a wayfaring lullaby, an ethereal odyssey that unfolds into new narratives that leave our bodies in the form of whispers and coalesces into new adages and old memories. In effect: the world summered well into the rite of its promise: "To be everywhere is to be nowhere: live true...carpe diem."

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Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera

Words by: J Guillermo Paleo

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