Atmos is the ultimate diffusion. It is a vivid image of anticipation of radical change, as space cascades through salvage. The stage, challenged and transformed, is at its’ critical point. Scenography is displaced, drowned with flotsam. Its’ map definite - no more surprises lying ahead. Last save, last gas station, a terminus. Time is the antagonist, near future uncertain. The obsolete drive is fatigued to near halt. It seems certain what is bound to happen, yet in all the wait, patience becomes meditation, in late awe. Participation in the conclusive blur. A few moments of peace. A spectacular final note - the anti-climax.
