What does a rational fear of death look like? At what point may we decide that the dread we collectively experience at the potential of eternal nothingness is a reasonable response? Eternity is a concept so abstract that it eludes our best guess like trying to measure the weight of shadow's reflection. We cannot begin to imagine such a thing and yet we obsess over anything that reminds us of our tiny place in the world...

Imagine mountains as pebbles,
that we could carry continents between our fingertips
and skip across puddle sized oceans
filled with microscopic mammals.

The edges of fantasy house fictions that challenge our imagination to an infinite expanse of possibility. We inhabit a world of limitations where identity is captured and claims are made on intellectual property. The rules of creativity demand protection; freedom itself is contained within the structures of self-preservation.