"Your eyes are now fused with those fantastic lenses, and your sight is one with its object. And what exactly is that object? Obviously, it is everything that fascinates, everything that has power over your gaze and your dreams. You can not even conceive the wish to look away. And even if there are no simple images to see, nonetheless there is a vision of some kind, an infinite and overwhelming scene expanding before you. And the vastness of this scene is such that even the dazzling diffusion of all the known universes cannot convey its wonder. Everything is so brilliant, so great, and so alive: landscapes without end that are rolling with life, landscapes that are themselves alive. Unimaginable diversity of form and motion, design and dimension. And each detail is perfectly crystalline, from the mammoth shapes lurching in the outline against endless horizons to the minutest cilia wriggling in an obscure oceanic niche. Even this is only a mere fragment of all that there is to see and to know. There are labyrinthine astronomies, discrete systems of living mass which yet are woven together by a complex of intersections, at points mingling in a way that mutually affects those systems involved, yielding instantaneous evolutions, constant transformations of both appearance and essence. You are witness to all that exists or ever could exist. And yet, somehow concealed in the shadows of all that you can see is something that is not yet visible, something that is beating like a thunderous pulse and promises still greater visions: all else is simply its membrane enclosing the ultimate thing waiting to be born, preparing for the cataclysm which will be both the beginning and the end. To behold the prelude to this event must be an experience of unbearable anticipation, so that hope and dread merge into a new emotion, one corresponding perfectly to the absolute and the wholly unknown. The next instant, it seems, will bring with it a revolution of all matter and energy. But the seconds keep passing, the experience grows more fascinating without fulfilling its portents, without extinguishing itself in revelation. And although the visions remain active inside you, deep in your blood - you now awake." (Thomas Ligotti, "The Spectacles in the Drawer")
Florence 10 3D Anaglyph by ~yellowishhaze on deviantART Hello, everyone. I'm finally back from a long trip throughout Italy and I'm very glad to present my new anaglyphs from three of the most beautiful cities of that country. I'm particularly satisfied with the ones from Venice. It was a helluva job to succeed in producing a good anaglyph on a winter day in a city that is permanently "floating" on water. Not only does water spoil the effect, but the passing boats and gondolas plus people crowding in the narrow passages simply make it nearly impossible. Oh, and those darn birds...
These are dreams dreamed by dreamers who are awake. - GJ Ballard
Upcoming Subjects
PHANTOM LIMBS IN LUCID DREAMS, WHO WROTE "THE VANISHING LIFE AND FILMS OF EMMANUEL ESCOBADA"?, SKEPTICISM AND LUCID DREAMS, HYPNOPOMPIC NIGHTMARES, POKESCOPE
