‘when the real world becomes a fable’

luna bouwhuis

Waterfalls have always fascinated me. There is something mystical about them. They embody a sense of transience and eternity in each and every moment. They exist as they are, as they seem to have been, always. But if you look closely, the forms of the rocks that shape the water, and the water that shapes them, are ever changing. Past and future moments exist simultaneously in every fall, in every drop of water, ever one, ever moving, ever changing, existing everlastingly in every single fleeting moment. My mind is silenced by the constant noise. 

luna bouwhuis
‘when the real world becomes a fable