Inferno…

Where do you think the fire gets it colors from? Is it the day it steals into night, the twilight it prolongs on the horizon? I personally think it’s neither…

The Bridge Between Lost and Found…

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” [Oscar Wilde]

The Archaeology of Being and Time

Time. A singular noun shared by all beings. But is it lived or passed? Do we thrive in it, survive it or just use it as a mold to identify and categorize otherwise simultaneous realities?