Of all man's machines, the mind plays master.
The Sky Above.
Have you ever been above the clouds?
The wide, open air.
Have you ever thought about yourself?
That there will never be another you.
That there will never be an exact match of your person.
You exist, temporarily, for now, a little while.
It's a very lonely thought.
Have you ever squinted at the world?
I am infinitely tiny.
No matter it all,
I feel Big.
An individual complex.
I and everything else.
We are all here, we are,
Growing like hot air balloons.
Cinematography, Poetry & Music by Sam G.
Canon Rebel T1I, Stock 18-55m lens.