The tides of atmosphere are slowly bent. Our familiar ecology is passing away. Here, this drama is halted. The figures are heavy and bowed, huddled together or apart, in the storm already gathered. They assert a humble presence, vaguely comic, loitering, in a hieratic glare. Visibility is left to the immediate as all contexts and purpose collapse. Within this twilight world, only the subtlest connections are made, the weight of one against the next, a gesture, the presence of a different living thing. These forms that persist are concrete, strange afterimages written over the din and chatter of our quickening change.