Reshade: Long Exposure

So I drag the shutter — mentally. I tell the pixels: move .

I am not playing anymore. I am holding the lens open, breathing through the tripod of my ribs. reshade long exposure

Ghosts of past frames stack like transparent film: a character walking through my chest, a moon layered three times over, a bullet turned into a streak of pollen. So I drag the shutter — mentally

This is not a filter. This is a way to see time when time refuses to be seen. a moon layered three times over