Vertigo

The sun through my bedroom window binds these noiseless pages and I lock my eyelids. Walking onto a bookshelf shore inside a wonderland and shifting more diminutive into the story that has yet to be written, my skin vitrifies as I'm being spun about infinitely dense space, blurring into a white flower event horizon and I touch the singularity. The glass of my consciousness shatters and scatters across time and I witness the ensemble of my life happen in this moment.

That was an excerpt from a book I wrote called "White Flowers", talking about the feeling of falling into a metaphorical black hole during meditation. The "bookshelf shore" is a hidden database/library overlapping the universe that contains everything that is possible. When you decide to read one of the books, then that book becomes your reality. When the light being shown in the artwork touches the singularity, then the glass of consciousness shatters, "the glass" being materiality. What is then left is pure consciousness without a node for awareness.

10 second looped video, 2000 x 2000. 5/5 2021