Imaginary space

Like many things, the decay of space is a witness of time. A desolate large space affected by time, without any sign of life or inspiration. It might be part of a much larger inspired reality. Or perhaps the vacuous scenery of a science fiction film.
The silence is frighteningly restful. Undefinable fragrances playing strange games. The air is constantly moving. Frosty draughts everywhere. You can hear the wind rustle. All the time, the silence is delicately disturbed. It makes the silence even more unpleasant. Strange noises reverberate through the space. Ticking, creaking, squeaking...

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion.

