~repack~ — Deep Abyss 2djar

Then the waterline rises.

This is the 2Djar: a vessel for thin things—memories made brittle, regrets sketched in a single stroke, the kind of images that will not keep when you try to tell them aloud. People bring their small tragedies and small triumphs to it: a lover's last note cut from the spine of a book, a concert ticket with the corner chewed off, a photograph in which eyes are scratched out, a child's drawing of a house with no roof. They press each thing to the glass and, if the jar accepts it, the object flattens, hums, and folds into a new page. The jar's contents are not chronological. They slide and curl on top of one another, sometimes sticking, sometimes slipping apart. You can see the layers—ghosted outlines through glass—but you cannot read more than a moment at a time. deep abyss 2djar

In telling this, I don't promise closure. "Deep Abyss 2Djar" is a place for questions. What do we owe the living versus the memory? When does simplification console, and when does it betray? Is a secret whispered into glass safer than words kept in your chest? The jar asks us, simply: what will you trade? Then the waterline rises