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The Ethereal Ascent

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  The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege, a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...
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My favourite image of the week 002

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MY FAVORITE IMAGE OF THE WEEK

23.9.17
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Shamini



I can see the treasure of myths circulating between godliness and normality
Breaking through the walls of today
Reminding those of us trapped in the haste of work and process
There is a time within nothing matters, that where imagination reigns

 Bringing forth and into light, transience and wonder
If only I could have been there to see flight and fight 
and experience the tearing of perceptual fabric 





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