About the work

This is the moment before he puts the cube down, the second it might solve itself, if only he looked away. He picked it up from the floor, where it had been for days, a toy for a child no longer here. The sun had shifted, or maybe it was the light from the TV, but for an instant, all the colors seemed to align, a perfect grid of possibility. He’ll never get it this close again. What makes him keep trying?