If I am to capture the cut in my image of time, it would be one that is blind with a wide margin of error. Unexpected, yet natural. Confusing, yet turned 'sense' into a worldly matter. I've been floating like a cloud for months, unable to draw thought maps. When everything seem so real, it is hard to dwell in the folds of your brain. How far from home? For how long? How fast? The story is not about us, it is about the air surrounding our skins and stored in green stems on the sideways. I don't know why my heart melts, but I know it is something to do with time; an overwhelming sense of time to the point of touching.
When you dream of a person, it is the most saturated of all dreams. It pulls out all the feelings and impressions you have associated with that person. I like the dreams that make me sense-fluid; when I can view a place from different angles and control my hearings and my perception of things I see. I like when I visit new landscapes and spacious auditoriums in my dreams. In many of my dreams I had my camera with me, it functions differently though, every time with a new imaginary technology.
I'm stepping on new grounds, inside a car. There are definitely speed limits, but the horizon moves slowly anyway.