Written by: Brittney Brady
Description: As time compresses into memory, the past divides into worlds. These worlds, however fragmented and brief, contain their own atrocities and victories; they build walls, create demons, share sorros and bathe in the light of their gods. If you focus on any one of these worlds - a tiny mote of dust in a sunbeam-you can feel the heat on your face; a ligh that illuminates and burns.