In the Faint Light
Even in the quiet collapse of things,a flicker remains.
Frail, yet unyielding not a blaze,
but enough.
These works are not declarations.
They are breaths.
The kind you take when you still believe
there’s something worth holding.
Even in the quiet collapse of things,a flicker remains.
Frail, yet unyielding not a blaze,
but enough.
These works are not declarations.
They are breaths.
The kind you take when you still believe
there’s something worth holding.
Kung Chun Chan 