In solitude, the mind finds its universe. Stars of thoughts blink in the abyss, ceaselessly.

The orbit of reflection: Eclipses of the Self

An infinitesimal drop in the ocean of time, yet it reverberates through eternity. What is the weight of one thought?

Voyages of Insignificance

The path traced by solitude is rarely linear, often looping back to its origin, reminding us of beginnings and ends.