"I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection."
≈ William Shakespeare
A woman is seated on an overstuffed chair, her head back as though asleep, golden hair shimmering in the low sunlight of a fading winter's day in November 2003. However, she is not sleeping but in deep thought about the events of her day, her views on life and her place within it. An image, part of a compilation of shots for a future series on gods, humans, vanished peoples, titans and humans. The colors are muted browns, a touch of lavender on either side of her head, so much in turmoil from from the news of changes, and drifting liabilities. She had just said, "If I was to have a dream it would be to get away from everything and disappear."
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep."
≈ William Shakespeare
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“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear."
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