Time does not exist. Instead I move through space in conjunction to the sun. And in the morning I wake in the same place, the same frozen time, and remember every instance that I have done so. This persistent déjà-vu makes me doubt the existence of memory and age… And I wonder, that if it were possible for tomorrow to be different then today, if I would be the same…
Autumn imbued twilight
Rituals: Bridge of blue stars
Rituals on the beach
Hidden, we are free in the forest
Afterglow through power lines • Surfaces lit from diluted light, like shields lifted to ward against arrows