A walk along the covered overpass to Arcadia Elementary.
Even Aristotle knew that darkness is defeated by that tiny shard of light that squeezes through a small hole in the closed window shutters.
And that the image of any object standing in liminal space between sunshine and shadow projects itself on the wall of a room, reversed.
We mistake the projections of the camera obscura for something concrete. I guess I'm just not sure yet whether that is the willingness to entertain our own illusions is tantamount to self-delusion.
