In the background static  fractal infinities buzz and thrum as time bent through the senses of others, seen through the eyes of above looking down on lives as they live themselves throughout our many incarnations,  unearthing surprise whenever reality binds  to some semblance of recognition, as even the solace of memory distorts in the weft of years—  bringing together the lurching tears  that split this mind as it tries to weave  the movements of a world  into itself: seekin