Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.” Rainer Maria Rilke

There is only one path. For good or bad these are the lives we choose.

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?