#Sensation

An eye is a dubious little device that gathers light and darkness from the outside world and transmits uncertain images into the labyrinth of the brain. Vision is supposed to reflect truth, yet often filters reality through biases and preconceptions. This troublesome sentinel sheds tears of protest over minute specks of dust and trembles at the safest darkness. Overuse yields fatigue and blur; neglect invites the loss of all sights, a dilemma performed with exquisite irony. Ultimately, the real control of the eye resides in our fear of the realities we dare not face.

Rapture is the spectacle of one’s mind voluntarily abandoning consciousness in pursuit of momentary immortality. In the whirl of ecstasy, the world disappears and everything transforms into a breathtaking illusion. Yet once the illusion fades, all that remains is the parched shadow of the self. It is like a nightclub’s spotlight cutting out and ending the revelry without warning. We dive into rapture only to peer inevitably into the abyss of everyday reality beneath it.