This collection of poetry, art, and conversations cover themes pertaining to birth and death. Bordering on fantasy, it represents a time voyage – an excursion between imagined pasts and anticipated futures, stretching the boundaries of concepts such as "self," "time," and "death." This work is not based on any particular chronology and it plays with the boundaries of time and space. Here it is sometimes unclear what is "past" and what is "future." Is time linear or cyclic – or perhaps neither? I regard time as a fantastic grinding stone, and all of us are grist for the mill.

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