Inktober Selection II

Somewhere past the Dark Rift starts the journey of a lost space traveler. It is a journey of discovery for myself, mingling with dreamscapes written in my dream journal, trying to bind them into a single narrative.

Wandering

Before the consequences of the evolutionary success of an exceptionally rapacious primate.

Retrieving yesterday

Within the story-shaped fibers of our life, there, in the shadow, lies the matter to be seen only by the trained eyes. By dusk, we’re all shards looking to overcome the inconvenience of incompleteness