Written by Jacob Ibrag
To expire every night. What a dream,
to cease from existence. Matter married with
the universe. Flowing within everything and all life.
Time is an imagination created to measure our limitations.
In this moment its all irrelevant. Just for eight hours a day,
transcendence into endless black holes. Each morning sun
met with virgin eyes. Lungs taking in the air for the very
first time. Breathing in, breathing out. Till the
pale blue sky waves goodbye.
Photography by Berta Vicente Salas