This collection of poetry and art is not based on the chronological date of any work –
but rather on a range of themes pertaining to birth and death. Bordering on fantasy,
to me this book represents a time voyage – an excursion backward and
forward in time, stretching the boundaries of concepts such as "self",
"civilization", and "death". And during this voyage, words such as "was" and "will"
begin to crumble. Time is a fantastic grinding stone, and all of us are
grist for the mill.
Those who are too busy to read an entire book can catch a glimpse of it in
these excerpts. Another option is to jump around –
eventually you will end up where you began.
