It’s dark and it’s claustrophobic. Nowhere is a space between light and dark, the transition point. This is where so many thoughts and dreams find themselves trapped.
The closing of eyes welcomes new worlds of unbound possibilities and ideas. Bringing new forms of hope and despair by no longer being held back by the learned strictures of pragmatism. This is where we find glorious and terrifying images of self unfettered.
Can we bring the glorious nature forward into a waking world and leave behind the monstrous somewhere deep inside of nowhere?