mezcal #9

a reflection/meditation on the idea that over time, we hold certain memories as perfect moments in time. they are not still like a photograph. they flow like a river, searching and branching out into the fractal of our existence.
over time they can become something completely different. but if the memory is all that's left. then what was ever true to begin with ?

press 's' to save png to device. artwork resolution regenerates according to window size.

to create a higher resolution image: zoom out as much as possible, then hit refresh.
tested with chrome.