For a long time I thought it was insomnia that bothered me... but it’s not that.
Sometimes I can’t sleep.
It begins with a bit of drowsiness and me crawling into bed. Like a cinematic effect in slow motion my head falls down to touch the pillow and it seems to take an eternity. Moments later, everything speeds up by a thousand times and my thoughts start channeling like beams of light. I can’t stop the ideas streaming in front of my eyes and I get so excited that I have to escape the square prison of walls and find the empty streets outside.
It has something to do with silence.
When the day dies down and the noise of the city is quenched by the low tide of light, everything just starts making sense. The freedom of it all, the magical emptiness uncorrupted by the calamity and useless blabbering of the daily life. Sometimes during the quiet of the night you can really listen and you can hear things you never hear during the day. It’s like you can hear your own thoughts without having to translate them into words within you mind. It’s like a thousand needles hitting the surface of the ice.
And then I am awake... walking down some empty street... and the thoughts are gone, and the ideas are no longer there.
A Selection of still photographic images that go along with this multimedia project can be seen here:
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+ Music Credit: Brad Fiedel - 'Desert Suite'