transcendence.

A walk through a white dense volume, a cool field of fog. I can feel the cold dampness on my face.

The gaze sweeps from left to right, from top to bottom.

Only the surfaces and objects under my feet are not swallowed up by this white volume. The room seems to dissolve. Physically and emotionally.

What is hidden behind and above this impenetrable volume? The end? The beginning?

what do you see?

what do you feel?

what do you imagine?

transcendence I

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