D-Cammo Styles

Can you possibly see what it is that leads to speculation in clear light, can the day clear enough to see the sky behind the clouds, can the thunder rumble low enough to destroy the debris? Doubt in what we see, doubt in what we are told, doubt in things we thought we knew, the images, the sounds, the speculation about what may be. Information, contradiction and insight. We hold on so tight, unwilling to let ourselves slide to a new plain. Fukit, let go. The D-Cammo will hide you.