Statement of my intent

STRIATIONS RADIATE IN COMPLETE GEOMETRIC CIRCLES. MY MIND IS IN TURMOIL TRYING TO FIND AN ANSWER. QUESTIONS GENERATE NOTHING IN RESPONSE. MAYBE IT SHOULD BE LEFT TO DECAY.

ANY STRUCTURE, NATURAL OR OTHERWISE CANNOT ABIDE SUCH QUESTIONING.

IT JUST CONTINUES. THERE REALLY IS NO GRAND SCHEME. ONLY CHAOS WITHIN MASS.

HERE, IN MY DREAM, I SEEK AN ANSWER. SOMETHING DISTRESSING, SOMEHOW MILDLY THREATENING IN A STRANGELY NOT UNPLEASANT SENSE, IS DRIVING ME FORWARD, SWAMPED BY THE MIRE WHICH BINDS, HOLDS ME BACK. YET I CONTINUE, STRIVE TO UNDERSTAND. UNFORTUNATELY NOT A VISION WHICH CAN BE GRASPED SO EASILY BY COMPLEX OPTICAL LENSES, NOR BY DECAYED HALIDE EMULSIONS. ONCE IN A WHILE THOUGH, EVERYTHING FITS INTO PLACE CORRECTLY. LAYERED INTO DEEP FISSURES OF MY MIND, I CATCH A GLIMPSE, SO DEARLY PRIZED. IMAGES OF A TIME TRANSCENDING ALL WHICH IS KNOWN.

THROWN BACK INTO ETHERICAL LIKE DARKNESS. IF ONLY IT COULD BE GRASPED!

MAYBE THROUGH THESE IMAGES I CAN ALLOW THE VIEWER A NARROW GLIMPSE INTO MY WORLD.

MY TIME AND SPACE.

NOTHING ADDS UP. LITTLE EQUATES TO MUCH.

SIMON. LRPS.