014. Timeless
Flamen Tenebrarum on June 28, 2007
Again a photograph from which it can't be told it has been modified; but it has been. I would maybe make something more surreal and fantastic-looking if I was in deep despair, if I know myself right; but as for now, everything is beautiful and I feel I'm in a constant state of mild, calm rapture, floating just a little above the ground. Time has stopped. I sit on a swing in the garden, like as if I was a child again, swaying gently and reading a novel in the early morning sunlight. I have slept for three and a half hours tonight (or more like this dawn, from a quarter to two to a quarter past five) and then got up because I was so well-rested I couldn't posibly sleep anymore. No, I'm not high on anything. Except maybe mystical love. If that's a drug I'm a hopeless toxicomaniac.
Zheror at 2:07PM, June 29, 2007
Wow. Your comment is beautiful. Truly. It has a mild splash of humor, which I like. The photo is beautiful, I bet it would be even without the editing. Sadly, the modification really is sort of obvious to me, since I'm an inspiring animator, and I'm really into graphics and such. I'm sorry, I'm sort of burnt today. I can't exactly put into words what I am wanting to say. Though, nonetheless, I'm glad to hear about your calm state, since it is apparent that this is not usually the occasion.