Optical truth reveals the lie of nature's perspective. You come across this settlement through a field - and as you see it up there on the hill it's all right angles, yet through a 10mm lens it falls off differently ... like in an imagination's snapshot of this cluster above you in the gold/blue first light. Lines seem to have their own mind jiggling to some crazy gravities. Who's to say which reality is "real"? Wait... wait... I'm to say it... and do, here. This is what I saw. I swear. My memory's my source, my authority. And after all, pictures don't lie. They aren't fluid, like say taste, or… or … romantic fantasy. Right?