When night falls, most of us fall with it, into our sheets, to not be awakened before day has its bright way with us again. Humans revere the day and fear the night, but for the daring nocturnal creatures among us, there is a deserted, silent world waiting after hours; and like moths we flutter towards its discoveries, wherever a speck of light flecks the darkness.
glimpse: REAL AS A DREAM | No matter how strange your dream, it feels real as long as you’re in it. The phantasmagoric world your mind creates underneath the surface, when it’s all alone, once the senses let go and quit distracting, is a cloudy mirror of "the" world. It doesn’t abide by the same physical laws, doesn’t aim to please common sense, and allows the protagonist powers beyond daytime imagination. You jump in time, location and plot, fly and die without provoking surprise or doubt. Even if you arrive at the question whether it is all just a dream, you deny it. And then you wake, and reality feels real. Really real. Even realer than the dream, you’re convincing your woken self. But if that were true, why can’t you tell when you’re dreaming?
Montreal / Canada · 2020 freezing brick
Montreal / Canada · 2020 burning brick
when Night slays Day, we stand in its way
…the last fire in the sky ebbs into paler shades of orange and yellow, before wandering west on the spectrum towards far colors like indigo. Meanwhile, on earth’s surface, civilization flips the switch to side with the day, and bulbs drip into the evanescent stream of hues like florescent droplets… see more