We can never be more than what we are at the moment. That’s why we always attain our last moments. There’s never a goodbye. In the moments of absolute stillness we realise that the train we took to get to the work is always running in one way… there’s no scope to undone…no freedom to unlearn things. We only rest when we lose our thoughts. A man is a concurrence of different worlds…a dot of all the dimensions. And thoughts are what we share in our multiple presence. Some graze wild and pick dreams out of ambiguity…you see only dreams allow us to be more than reality…more than death.
Photograph: Faina Gurevich.