Waiting Pattern II

A derivative work from my previous Waiting Pattern. An abstract reflection on those moments in which the actual time is halted, and we sink into a parallel reality, where inner time seems to persistently expand, space has no more borders, material phenomena tends to deflect, losing edges everywhere, parcelling out, and the body becomes just an infinitesimal point, just part of the whole matrix. Like when you were a little kid, and you stared at the holes of the ajar shutter, the light of the sun behind, and you plunged into it, like it was a portal to a new form of awareness, sucking you in. Were those moments fragments of a lucid dream or was it just a black hole approaching in the room? And, after you peeked at infinity, when it seems that the answer to every question in the universe was finally coming, reality broke in. But you were wishing it just would never end.