But it's a good kind of awe - I look into these archives with a sense of constant and persistent renewal of a cosmology I started decades ago, with strange, beautiful faces staring out at me from every page, all of them weirdly conspiring to construct this universe that pushes at the boundaries of my mind and soul.
I met the infinite at the age of 14; sometimes I wonder if the mark it left upon me could have ever had a voice through me other than art.
Stay beautiful,
Zian xxx