MONOCHROME PLAYGROUND

It’s place where all the imagery leaves the author’s body in the only form he could imprint on this world.

Collection of loosely stranded pieces of mind on the sea of concepts and ideas. It’s here to remind him of the worlds yet unexplored, the possibilities that he can never leave behind. They all shiver in the dark of the abyssal space, the time constrained reality they came to live in.

The author hopes to one day bring them life, to see their shape in the hands of others who would be willing to give them home.

There is a draft

On which the author inescapably tries to swim from shore to shore, finding ever more pieces to his puzzle — that is the question of the nature and size of itself.

Where else have the authors thoughts floated: