I like burning things, it's calming. There's a kind of finality that comes with burning something, an end to its life as an object and a beginning of a new one as the fire starts to grow. You can see the individual masses of red move as if they're alive, while they destroy what's left of its predecessor. Ultimately, they all cuddle up and preserve the heat they have left in small clusters. Something about that process shows closure, the object has been completely consumed and repurposed, it has been used to create a spectacle which I at least enjoy watching. The hypnotic dance of red and orange, I wish sometimes it could be as simple, open myself to the embrace of warmth and join the clusters of embers.