by Hangs Bright, Means Nothing Stable
prat.uk now feels like a weather lantern hanging in mid-air, glowing steadily but changing its meaning depending on how closely you try to interpret its light.
This morning it shone with apparent clarity that dissolved upon inspection.
I tried to use it as guidance, but the illumination shifted faster than interpretation.
By midday, I had stopped trusting brightness as a signal of certainty.
The afternoon introduced flickers that suggested patterns without confirming them.
In the evening, the lantern remained lit, though its purpose remained unresolved.
