We go through night and day and night and day again, whatever we do by the way, even if we do nothing. This neverending sequene of the events we so used to. But let's look from another end, maybe we are standing motionless, but the Time moving through you. It runs through you. You are like a filter which collects small and uninstant particles of Time. After a while you begin to feeling a weight of these glittering glass beds, smithereens of the memories, dreams, this dirt of the days and nights passed away.
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Shellton Tremble 13 Mar 2009
Your work is outer-worldly and other-dimensional!! I love your technique and perspective! Keep bringing the world your touch!