Ambrosia of the Clods

A phantom manuscript, a product of a rapidly deteriorating mind straining to weave a narrative tapestry from a series of fragments falling apart at the seams even as they're stitched together. The shadow of death looms omnipresent over our everyday follies. Each figurant is presented as a living headstone within an intangible cemetery contrarily striving towards immortality through mastery over impermanence.