no walls are real

“who is there?
skipping a rope in infinite beauty is my name”

I am looking through a window into an old building, the walls represent our body. But what I see inside is not a fixed limited entity, what I see is an apparent moment in time where my friend’s skipping rope just hits the edge of the photograph exactly when I press the button on my camera. This picture was taken on one of the beautiful beaches at the Gower in Wales. The little statue in the front is a humorous symbol of the ego I… believing to be an entity watching what is going on… a montage created in 2010.

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