"​I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
​The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
​did wander darkling in the eternal space."
George G Byron

CHRONASICS
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​VISUAL INTROSPECTIONS

Dreams rarely sojourn in the chambers of our coherent mind.
They disintegrate and fall gently back like
​ashes over the fields ​of unconsciousness.
​In certain hope we find them reborn upon our next visit.

"​I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
​The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
​did wander darkling in the eternal space."
George G Byron

LET THERE BE LIGHT

THE CHUIKOV

TERMINUS

Echoes of a distant past smothered by cold and unrelenting winds.
This foreboding moment made me recall the old ledgers of
memory and the words of John Bunyan.

"Farewell, I wish our souls may meet with comfort at the journey's end."

"Gone are the spring's green sprouting bowers, gone summer's rich and mantling vines,
and autumn, with her yellow hours, on hill and plain no longer shines."
John Brainard