L o r r i e
5D Show!
We’re starting with a paper-scrap landscape, 5D-ready in the making. Imagine a countryside where the wind isn’t just wind but a polite editor, folding and fanning the edges of each torn page. A farmer tips his hat to the sun as if to say: “Nice weather, isn’t it? ” Trees stand like confetti piñatas, each leaf a tiny giggle of color, each branch a discreet bow to the sky.
The sky itself behaves like a stage manager, arranging clouds with a wink: “Stand by for drama, stand by for punchlines.” The barn wears a grin, its panels stitched together with glue made of good intentions and a dash of conspiratorial straw.
In this hopeful, easygoing 5D, the sun doesn’t just rise; it rolls in on a wheeled cart and makes a grand entrance, tipping its hat to the field mice who’ve organized a tiny parade, and the hills politely applaud, as if saying, “Yes, yes, soon we’ll all live in higher dimensions starting with these charming cutouts.”
We’re already gathering the images, you see tiny, cheerful fragments that rattle and flutter when you shake the frame. Words, meanwhile, tease us: they’re light, a touch ironic, rarely solemn, happy to be a little ridiculous. “Soon we’ll be 5D,” they say, “and our captions will have airquotes around reality.” And yet the cue is clear: everything here is a rehearsal for wonder.
So here’s to the paper-crafted landscape humble, humorous, and ahead of its time. The 5D show isn’t coming, it’s being printed, folded, and taped into existence one sunny, slightly mischievous scene at a time.
⁛ thought that escaped through the hands of time
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
5D Show!
We’re starting with a paper-scrap landscape, 5D-ready in the making. Imagine a countryside where the wind isn’t just wind but a polite editor, folding and fanning the edges of each torn page. A farmer tips his hat to the sun as if to say: “Nice weather, isn’t it? ” Trees stand like confetti piñatas, each leaf a tiny giggle of color, each branch a discreet bow to the sky.
The sky itself behaves like a stage manager, arranging clouds with a wink: “Stand by for drama, stand by for punchlines.” The barn wears a grin, its panels stitched together with glue made of good intentions and a dash of conspiratorial straw.
In this hopeful, easygoing 5D, the sun doesn’t just rise; it rolls in on a wheeled cart and makes a grand entrance, tipping its hat to the field mice who’ve organized a tiny parade, and the hills politely applaud, as if saying, “Yes, yes, soon we’ll all live in higher dimensions starting with these charming cutouts.”
We’re already gathering the images, you see tiny, cheerful fragments that rattle and flutter when you shake the frame. Words, meanwhile, tease us: they’re light, a touch ironic, rarely solemn, happy to be a little ridiculous. “Soon we’ll be 5D,” they say, “and our captions will have airquotes around reality.” And yet the cue is clear: everything here is a rehearsal for wonder.
So here’s to the paper-crafted landscape humble, humorous, and ahead of its time. The 5D show isn’t coming, it’s being printed, folded, and taped into existence one sunny, slightly mischievous scene at a time.
⁛ thought that escaped through the hands of time
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.