Consciousness creeps in with a stretch, a yawn, and ten words:
The Truth Demands Three Tenses to be Told.
This dream proverb is entrenched and feels so fluent, in comparison to last nights foggy dream-scape, that I am sure it has been reiterating itself forever and a night.
I have an image in my mind that visually depicts this statement, and this morning I’ll work on sketching it out. Until then, below are some multiple exposure photographs and graphic designs in process that I’m working on–