‘The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.’
Written at the old home in Portland by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We are all hidden in the dark,finding our way together to the light. Many define the light before the light is reached and fix on their defining. There in the dark we clamor for others to embrace their defining, demanding its elevation, and giving it names they claim as sacred…
“Inception” takes place, for the most part, in a dream. Now the question arises can we create a Dream? What i believe is that we live in a world of Diffused Light.By throwing away lights to a hard source, with a diffusion, one can isolate elements on a certain territory of space. Now this gap between the original space and the isolated space could be claimed as the beginning of a Dream’…
And Inception?
I can’t imagine a world without the ceaseless ocean of darkness, falling upon each other like the tidal waves and giving birth to a faint leak of whiteness, what we may know as the beginning of an yet another myth. An Imagination.
Sat Biswas 