Spatial Interference
The conscious mind and the subconscious imagery of space and form unite. The soul and space are in complete unison. Or is it? Is it even a unison when material and spiritual things dance together to two different tunes unaware of the existence of each other? Why is my mind always conscious of the space around? Why do we live on the line dividing reality and fantasy? Am I offset from reality and do I live on the shadows of imagination? Neither the world nor the dream seems real, how could the worldly things around doesn’t emanate life? Do we not associate memories with things? Do things associate memories with souls? The empathy of my mind towards the materialistic world around me asks so many questions about space, forms, and functions. But the human in me scoffs at me and tells me to ask those dead material space whether it cares about my existence. If not why I care about theirs? PS: Shot myself inside the home on a Nikon with a phone light. Double lay