An intriguing time-scape. By going inside, one becomes isolated from the " ink-umber jungle of a cloudy world." Inside time is measured by the tick-tock of breath; outside time is measured by the sweep of history. The two realms are haunted by each other.
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An intriguing time-scape. By going inside, one becomes isolated from the " ink-umber jungle of a cloudy world." Inside time is measured by the tick-tock of breath; outside time is measured by the sweep of history. The two realms are haunted by each other.