There’s something beautiful & intimate about being in isolation and stillness time and time again. Time is unpredictable yet predictable, you look inwards at your deepest core and sometimes find nothing there or something you haven’t yet discovered of yourself. You’re senses either heighten from your mind and imagination yearning to touch grass yet aware of the dangers and risks of putting oneself at harm and fear, or on the other hand you feel nothing, numbness, just the sound of your breath steady in each inhale of the stillness in the trapped air . It can either lead to slow insanity or a blissful sensation and being remade into something sacred, light and dark. Above and below ,like an isolated island in between air and sea in the abyss.