Afarin Sajedi

The source of fear is behind the borders of invisibility. It is what it is not. It is the originator of imagination and it is profound.

How far can one go to search and restore it?Beyond the self?Beyond the frame of our body? 

Or to move beyond the self and stop breathing in order to flow in void and experience life once again inside a protective 
membrane and float in
primordial waters.
It is a delight fused with terror. A maddening relative, isolated and desolate. An ascension from being, to galaxies of unsure and unknown risks that doubt breeds, to touching the vaguest and the darkest of them all. It is an encounter which through illusive glasses, we can observe how narrow the boundary is between multiple blister cells of death and the glamour of precious stones.