The images date back to 2005

and then you start to dream

Above me, lies living-the micro, cosmos and me. We pirouette around an axis, in a space where stars are silent and bones carry hidden dreams. Am i, are we, the weak link? They twirl and yet do not scream, but maybe they feel sorrow within? Who am i as an individual in an existence so small and infinite, to  know how to finish it? Supply and demand, it comes in every shade and floats in multifaceted doubts. The ground had taken a hold of me, but i feel it in every fiber of my being.