The terror of hope. Daydreaming of a life and a love that may never be. Missed moments and lost lovers. Bittersweet memories. From low to high – the ecstatic pendulum.
Time has stopped. No past, no future. You have erased time, refused its existence. Like a child hiding, the real thrill and the real terror is in pretending that you can disappear…
As every peasant once knew – every true celebration should be an abolition of time.
(Photograph by John Carsley).