Beyond the horizon, in the dim passing shadow of the planet’s perpetual roundness, The Imperfect Storm carries on. Across rocky caves and misty lakes, the flawed torrent washes a strange, deceivingly seductive yet solemn solitude over its children. The shimmers of electrons racing through its atmosphere bend and twist with the figures. Draping its watery blankets to embrace the Earth, it surrenders to to its own weight.