There was a field, butterflies dancing through the air around everything. The trees began to swirl, ebbing and flowing with visually intense energy. Our traditional notions of quantifying reality ceased to be relevant. Various ways of seeing the world flashed past us in a steady stream, each one seemingly more surreal than the last, but still so representative of reality their its intensity was too great to really comprehend.
A pair of Labradors ran up to us as we lay in the mottled light of breezy branches, veins of life all around us, feeding wood, branches, twigs, stems and leaves. The dogs' boundless energy and passion for the environment and us was so fresh, so invigorating. A black and a gold Labrador, both so happy to play.
We found an old war helmet at the top of a concrete bunker. It was peeling apart like an old leaf. The sun set in a dazzling display of light, white, gold, orange, yellow, violet, so many hues in a spectrum, clouds breezing past, curling out of each other endlessly. The night brought a new vibe with it, and we trekked through suburbia and took a cable car down into the centre of the city.
Walking past its commercial baubles, glamour dripping off the posters, we were surrounded by mannequins crowded with identities for sale. What strange creatures are humans, yet so infinitely complex and interesting a world we inhabit.
The sky
City
