As small separate worlds, almost living a life apart, almost ruled by different rules.
They stand still, merging with those confident places we pretend to know so well.
Fragile bubbles of ephemeral sensations, they last just for a while. An timeless blink of an eye.
And as soon as they vanish, others come to life.
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.