"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
PICNIC AT THE END OF THE WORLD:
A visual saga of dissociation and multiversal grace.
This is not an apocalypse,
It’s a picnic at the event horizon of our shared hallucination
In a time when reality is glitching at the seams
when our phones know us better than our lovers,
when dreams bleed into algorithms,
and when time is a bad joke we keep forgetting the punchline to...
we lay out a blanket
We sit down
We remember what it means to feel
This series, born from psychedelic visions and late-night existential spirals, draws from Donnie Darko’s fatalistic mysticism and Terrence McKenna’s psychedelic prophecy. It asks:
What if you’re not just one person?
What if this isn’t the only Earth?
What if time is a loop, a mobius strip, a broken record you can dance to?
