 
Simply like traveling with time, and the sharp colour of red and blue produced a false impression of a spacecraft. In dream or reality…this was not to differentiate. It was like a slow motion, or a fragmented dramatic series with the set of Tarkovski’s Solaris. It was an artificial intermission to me, and I had a stage to close my eyes and terminate the terminated journey, be it completed or not, a long sigh. I was transmitted like one of the particle to an untracked state of vibration before calmness.Libellés : moscow, russia, tarkovski, voyage |
