time enough at last

time enough, at last

Imagine if you will, a place long since forgotten, a time left behind, to a world that has become abandoned by its own inhabitants. A place that exists but has no purpose, all that remains is a mere glimpse into that period where life had once flourished; a realm that contains as many stories as it does secrets, has a past but no future. This place is not just of the physical world but also of thought and mind.

Each image is a portal into a dimension, a doorway towards enlightenment, a path veering to understanding, an understanding not just of the history within the image but also a history of ourselves. Each image is a portion, an aspect of our own being, a component that cannot stand without the others. All together they build a foundation of questions, questions not just of what lies in front of us, but deeper, unobtainable thoughts that have no clear conclusion. We exist, but why? For what purpose?