When time ceases to be time, it is easy to lose yourself. We define ourselves in finite terms. If handed infinity, would you still be you? I lost myse..
Chilly rivers rolled down my bare legs leaving puddles in my prints. The feeling of sand between my toes was a welcome sensation as I tread upon the s..
Time had become irrelevant in the halls of the hospital. The once busy corridors appeared more like hollow arteries. Places where people once walked. ..
Walking in a land of desolation can be particularly, wrong. The ground I took my steps on felt off; as if written to another symmetry. There really wa..
A young black-haired girl named Chino Tokuma sits inside a shadowy control chamber. She imagines the people above working inside their offices, framed..