LIFE IN IMAGES AND WORDS
SACHA DEAN BIYAN
Use tab to navigate through the menu items.
Tango Peninsula, Japan
Posted on: May 27, 2021
My current state of mind as we put the final touches on my new website. The light is starting to peek thru...
TO RUSSIA WITH LOVE
Posted on: May 21, 2021
Celebrating six years of action, adventure and intrigue with my partner in crime and my favorite Bond girl, Natasha. С годовщиной!
Ubatuba, São Paulo, Brazil
Posted on: May 19, 2021
Summer beckons. Brazil, 2003.
Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: May 17, 2021
Having lived in Brazil for six years, I developed an affinity for all things Brazilian. Brazil is a country of contrasts, a dangerous beauty full of joy and heartbreak, hope and despair. It’s home to approximately one third of the world's remaining tropical rainforest, which is where I developed my respect for the environment and my fascination with indigenous cultures. Aside from its unique nature, there are countless other things I love about Brazil: the food, the drinks, the music, the parties, the dances, the beaches, the vibrant mix of European, South American and African cultures and skin colors, and so much more. But what makes Brazil really beautiful to me is its people. Whether it’s futbol or samba or a rave, Brazilians do it with an abundance of passion. And a healthy dose of creativity. I wasn’t born in Brazil but I should have been.
Posted on: May 10, 2021
Fading to night
Posted on: May 7, 2021
In this image, a temple peeks out from a forest of cherry trees atop Mount Yoshino in Nara. While the explosion of pink is a breathtaking sight to behold, cherry blossoms in Japan guard a deeper spiritual meaning in their petals. Every spring, when people across the country gather ceremoniously for hanami (cherry blossom viewing), they’re not just admiring the aesthetic beauty of a flower. Over elaborate feasts, music and sake-filled glasses, they’re actually celebrating life.
Rooted in the Buddhist concepts of mortality, mindfulness and living in the moment, cherry blossoms are a metaphor for the ephemeral nature of human existence. In Japanese culture, sakura are an enduring symbol of life, death and renewal, and are frequently expressed in paintings, film and poetry. Blooming season is powerful, spectacular and euphoric, yet so brief—a visceral reminder that our lives, too, are fleeting. So in a sense, cherry blossoms teach the Japanese to pay attention because ultimately, they are sakura. We all are.
FIFTY SHADES OF PINK
Posted on: May 5, 2021
Ahh, springtime in Japan... there’s nothing like it. I shot this image a couple of weeks ago on Mount Yoshino, a hidden gem that’s probably Japan’s best kept secret for viewing cherry blossoms. The mountain is blanketed in over 30,000 cherry trees of around 200 varieties, most which were donated by followers of Shugendo, a syncretic religion that fuses Japanese mountain asceticism with Buddhism. Mount Yohino’s elevation causes the blossoms to bloom in gradation, resulting in a surreal tapestry of pink.
DINNER WITH A GEISHA
Posted on: April 30, 2021
The geisha is a quintessential symbol of Japan, recognized throughout the world, yet little understood. Geisha are accomplished performers who specialize in the Japanese cultural arts and are masters of conversation and hospitality.
The geisha tradition dates back over 250 years, yet there is still a persistent misconception in western culture that geisha are a type of escort or prostitute. On the contrary, they are highly esteemed in Japanese society, and their services have long been revered and coveted by the elite. In fact, dinner with a geisha is perhaps the most prestigious form of cultural entertainment in Japan.
MEMORIES OF A GEISHA
Posted on: April 28, 2021
Kyoto is the heart of Japan’s exotic geisha world. Here, a fully-fledged geisha is properly called ‘geiko’ and her apprentice - a ‘maiko’. During the cherry blossom season, if you’re lucky, you can spot one along the stone paved streets of Gion on her way to a high-end dinner, a private party or a special event.
Gion’s streets and alleys are lined with traditional wooden machiya houses, many of which now function as restaurants, serving Kyoto style kaiseki ryori (Japanese haute cuisine). Interspersed among these are a number of ochaya (teahouses), the most exclusive and expensive of Kyoto's dining establishments where geiko and maiko typically entertain their guests. There’s something magical and nostalgic about encountering a geiko or maiko in this historic part of Kyoto, especially without a single tourist around.
Posted on: April 26, 2021
Sign of the times. I shot these two images at the same spot on different nights in Pontocho Alley, which is famous for its bars, restaurants and tea houses. Normally, it’s bustling with locals and tourists—and the occasional geisha. But now that Kyoto has declared another state of emergency, in the absence of humans, felines rule the night. Sometimes, they strike a pose.
È LA VITA, 2003
São Paulo, Brazil
Posted on: April 22, 2021
One autumn afternoon long ago, I was sitting at a busy sidewalk cafe near the Duomo in Milan, killing time before a casting. The locals trickled in and out like clockwork. From the moment they ordered an espresso, it went down the hatch in thirty seconds tops—slurp, good, sip, molto buono, grazie, ciao.
Amid the hustle and bustle, I noticed a man at the bar who looked out of place. He was perhaps in his late fifties, immaculately dressed in a tailored three-piece suit and a fedora. He had the refined mannerisms of a gentleman of a bygone era. The way he tucked in his silk ascot or adjusted his pocket square and cuff links, every move was the epitome of cool. Even when he lay down the coins to pay for his espresso, he did it with panache. As he made for the exit, my attention shifted to a different scene unfolding next to me.
A beautiful young girl in a minidress was passing by on a bike, carrying a bag of groceries. A chorus of catcalls followed. She turned to blow her admirers a kiss... just as our man stepped onto the sidewalk. In that split second, two worlds literally collided. By fate, they landed in front of me, he without his fedora, and she minus her groceries. And thus, this image was born. But it’s only half the story.
Since we’re taking about Italians, the drama that ensued was nothing short of cinematic. A debate was heating up as to who provoked the accident. Thankfully, other than a bruised ego, neither party was hurt; but it didn’t stop the patrons from taking sides and making a sport of it. Naturally, the young Casanovas flocked to the leggy damsel in distress, making much ado about the tiny scrape on her knee.
Amid the yelling and cussing, a waiter stepped in to give our man a hand. He stood up cool and collected like James Bond and dusted off his fedora. Our fallen angel glanced up at him, her eyes apologetic. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders—è la vita—then pointed to the mess behind her: eggs and tomatoes splattered on the pavement, topped by spaghetti. Next to it, a broken bottle of wine and a soggy baguette. On this fine autumn day, dinner was destined for the birds.
BAREFOOT WALTZ, 1992
Posted on: March 31, 2021
This editorial image for Marie Claire France reminds me why I became a photographer. It captures a splinter of time, a distant memory, which is frozen on celluloid like magic. It’s a singular beautiful moment that can never be replicated.
The man in the picture was Didier Mourière, my neighbor at the time in the Quartier Latin in Paris. He had always been curious about my photography so I invited him to this shoot at the Arènes de Lutèce. He immediately took a liking to model Gabrielle, a dark-haired Hungarian beauty who reminded him of his beloved late wife. ⠀
Near the end of the shoot, during a break, Didier seized the moment and led Gabrielle to dance a barefoot waltz in the grass. They glided under an old oak tree in slow motion like in a dream. I noticed Didier’s eyes welling with tears, and hoping not to ruin the moment, I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a shot. That single frame captured a rare and beautiful moment in all its purity—a moment that shall remain etched in my mind forever. ⠀
From Didier, I learnt that inspiration is everywhere, under each blink of our eyes, between every beat of our heart. Whether we’re inspired or not depends entirely on us.
Posted on: March 29, 2021
“This Is Not a Novel To Be Tossed Aside Lightly. It Should Be Thrown with Great Force.” - Dorothy Parker, poet, drunk, critic, manic depressive, screenwriter, and one of the most underrated writers in American history.
In this editorial for Marie Claire France, the model didn’t hate the novel as much as she hated the photographer... moi... for making her throw it over and over and over. In the days of analog photography, we used Polaroids to check composition, lighting and exposure. But that was only part of the equation. ⠀
Capturing action required skill, a sharp sense of timing and luck. More often than not, it was a crapshoot because there was no real way of knowing the outcome until the negatives returned from the lab. So, to improve our odds of success, multiple takes were necessary—and frequent. As a result, that livid expression on the model’s face is actually quite genuine.
TRUST IN ME, 2004
Posted on: March 4, 2021
What did the serpent say to the girl?
NIGHT CRAWLER, 2002
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: February 26, 2021
A lot of my early fashion editorial work was shot outdoors in the thick of night. I became fascinated with night photography in high school after I saw the book, “Paris de Nuit” by Brassaï. First published in 1932, Paris de Nuit was a landmark collection of dreamlike, expressionistic black and white photographs of the Parisian nightscape. In an era of slow lenses and even slower film, photographers rarely ventured out at night, yet Brassaï somehow brought to life stunning images in the darkness.
Fifty years later, in the early 80s, even though technological advances had made night photography easier, it was still a hard skill to master. Everything was manual in the analog days, and technical challenges were aplenty. So like Brassaï, I hit the streets during the wee hours with my Leica, and learned by trial and error. In the city that never sleeps, there was no shortage of inspiration. From street lamps shimmering on rain-soaked cobblestones to smoke billowing from a manhole to warm light spilling out of a cafe to shadows sliding mysteriously in an alleyway, things that appeared mundane by day transformed into a visual spectacle at night.
I snuck out of home as often as I could but alas, there was a price to pay for my night crawling. More often than not, I showed up to school unkempt, exhausted, eyes bloodshot—and reeking of chemicals. Yet despite the weird looks I invited or the detentions I got served, I kept experimenting with exposure, lighting, film and darkroom techniques until finally, I figured out the formula.
Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
Posted on: February 23, 2021
The word “chiaroscuro” is Italian for light and shadow. It’s a classic technique used by painters, photographers and cinematographers to contrast between areas of light and dark to heighten the impact of an image. In the image above, the sensuality of the model’s body is accentuated by the interplay of shadow and light.
PLANET ROCK, 2020
Posted on: February 18, 2020
A big chunk of our planet is made of rock. While some rock formations have changed little over time, others have been transformed by nature’s artistry. One of nature’s most unusual creations in Japan is located on the southernmost tip of the Kii Peninsula. Hashigui-iwa (橋杭岩) is a surreal composition of towering sculptural rocks arrayed in a straight line for 850 meters, rising out of the sea like shark fins.
This natural wonder was created some 14 million years ago by a massive volcanic eruption that shot flaming hot magma into the sea. The magma solidified underwater, but then tectonic activity caused an upheaval of the ocean floor, expelling giant rocks hundreds of feet in the air. Over time, the heat, wind, sea and rain eroded the softer rocks, leaving behind the harder igneous ones depicted in the images above. In this sense, these spectacular rock formations are works in progress, as nature continues to hone them.
TWO STRANGE ROCKS, 2021
Posted on: February 16, 2021
Located at the far northern coast of Kyoto Prefecture is Tango-hanto, a rugged, unspoiled peninsula, extending about 20 Km into the Sea of Japan. Tango is home to many unique rock formations composed of hardened magma that emerged from a geological stratum over 15 million years ago. I recently traveled there in search of these Paleolithic beauties.
The images above were captured just prior to a violent hailstorm. In the first photo, the massive volcanic rock jutting out of the sea was facing a series of 6th century tombs dug into the hillside. The ominous sky, the anxious seagulls, the howling wind all heightened the sense of drama. I was about to pack up my gear when a splinter of sunlight suddenly pierced the obsidian clouds, cueing me to fire the shutter and run like Hell!
The second image depicts Tateiwa Rock, one of Japan’s largest monoliths, standing at 20 meters tall. This rare geological formation houses the legend of Prince Maroko who’s said to have trapped an Oni (a Japanese mythical ogre) within it. The locals believe one can hear it crying out when the waves are high. The only cry I heard was my own as pellets of hail showered down on my open camera case.
Posted on: February 12, 2021
I grew up in a house of books. My parents taught me to read at a very early age and fed me books that nourished my imagination. I usually fell asleep next to The Little Prince, Alice in Wonderland or The Call of the Wild. When I got older, I devoured literature of every genre, especially action and adventure. I was gripped by the power of storytelling.
Today, though I don’t read as voraciously, I still keep a handful of books at arm’s length. They are my references, my bibles, the sacred writings that shaped the very foundation of who I am today. One of them is “Lost Horizon”, a novel written in 1933 by English author James Hilton, which was later turned into a film by Frank Capra. I read the novel before I saw the movie, and it instantly became etched in my psyche.
Lost Horizon was a fun read at first, a captivating adventure tale of a group of plane-crash survivors who end up in Shangri-La, a utopian lamasery hidden deep within the mountains of the Himalayas. It’s also a novel of big ideas, and subsequent readings provoked deeper, more meaningful musings on spirituality, philosophy and life’s purpose.
In hindsight, Lost Horizon may have inspired me to travel the world in search of my own vision of Shangri-La. Of the countless images I shot over thirty years, the photo above (captured last year along the Kumano Kodo pilgrimage route in Wakayama, Japan) most reminds me of my original vision of it. Yet its essence remains elusive because, after all, Shangri-La isn’t a place. It’s a state of mind.
HOME ALONE, 2021
Posted on: February 8, 2021
To usher in 2021, I decided to make a special journey to Koyasan, a small, secluded religious town in the Wakayama Prefecture of Japan. Its temple lodgings and ancient forests invite contemplation while its holy mountains embody the very essence of the Japanese spirit. After a tumultuous year, I needed a respite from the city and some quiet time for self-reflection. What I got was so much more...
As one of Japan’s most sacred sites, Koyasan is a popular destination for pilgrims. As a UNESCO World Heritage Site, it’s also normally crawling with tourists. However, due to the pandemic and a massive snowstorm that shut down the town, I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to experience it with zero distractions. The silence and solitude transported me to a whole different realm.
On New Year’s Day, I ventured out at the crack of dawn. The blizzard that blew in overnight was still raging, and rather than discourage me, it gave me a rush of adrenaline. I shot the above image of myself with my Hasselblad on a timer at Okunoin Cemetery as I set the first footprints on the path leading to the mausoleum of Kobo Daishi, the father of Shingon Buddhism. Pilgrims travel this path, believing that Daishi walks at their side. Some say that though Kobo Daishi departed this world, he didn’t actually die, and that his spirit remains preserved under these ancient trees, awaiting the coming of the next Buddha.
On this particular day, it was the coming of a soggy snowman. I arrived at the mausoleum blanketed in white, my boots and clothes soaking wet. Yet all I could think of was how lucky I was to be here alone, detached from reality and from my self. Magical, mystical, ethereal... Koyasan cannot be described in words. It must be experienced and FELT.
Hyōgo Prefecture, Japan
Posted on: February 5, 2021
To say Japan is filled with mysteries would be an understatement. Every corner of this country is home to a new surprise, which is what makes it such a mystical and magical place. The image above happened one misty morning when I stumbled upon the ruins of an ancient castle nestled in the hills.
Posted on: February 2, 2021
I used to think I needed courage to move forward, but this past year has taught me that what I really need is courage to stand still.
OH, MANOLO, 2003
Maresias, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Posted on: February 1, 2021
SPANK YOU VERY MUCH, 2002
Angra dos Reis, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: January 28, 2021
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: January 26, 2021
Don’t try this at home, kids. Instagram ain’t worth it.
WINDOW SHOPPER, 2004
Posted on: January 23, 2021
From an ad campaign for Alcott Jeans, Italy.
NO SWEAT, 2004
Posted on: January 21, 2021
From an ad campaign for Alcott Surfwear, Italy.
NO PARKING, 2004
Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: January 19, 2021
From an ad campaign for Alcott Jeans, Italy.
ENEMY AT THE GATES, 2003.
Ubatuba, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Posted on: January 16, 2021
Praia Do Felix - Ubatuba Sao Paulo
Posted on: January 14, 2021
I often dream of this magical little beach on the coast of São Paulo. My team and I produced countless memorable images here, especially in the winter when the light was so clean, and the beach so deserted and peaceful. Saudades.
SWEET SURRENDER, 2002
Ipanema, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: January 13, 2021
THE POWER OF COLOR, 2021
Posted on: January 10, 2021
The meanings of colors are a cultural construct that originate from a country’s geography, history and beliefs. Every culture associates different meanings to colors as expressed in their art, cuisine, fashion and architecture. Therefore, knowledge of a country’s perception of color is vital to understanding its culture.
Color is one of the most important aspects of the Japanese visual aesthetic. The current Japanese color lexicon consists of nearly 500 individual colors, each with unique names and meanings. However, they all originated from four humble colors: aka (red), kuro (black), shiro (white) and ao (blue). The significance of these four colors are thought to be related to the flow of time during the day: with white derived from the clarity of the sky at dawn; red from the intensity of the sun; blue from the hue of the sky during the day; and black from darkness.
I chose the image above for its predominance of red and white, which are omnipresent colors in Japan. They appear not only on the national flag but in shrines and temples, and in art, dress and rituals throughout the country. 🇯🇵
SACRED MOUNTAIN, 2021
Posted on: January 7, 2021
Japan is a country covered by mountainous terrain, and since primeval days, the Japanese have regarded certain mountains as sacred—places where the kami (gods) dwell. The most famous example is Mount Fuji. Although numerous shrines and temples are built deep within the mountains, in traditional Japanese Shinto religion, the mountains themselves are deified and venerated to this day.
In the image above, the Torii (vermillion gate) marks the transition from the mundane world to the sacred space of a temple located high up in the snowy plateau of Mount Koya.
Posted on: January 3, 2021
Yesterday is history. Make tomorrow historic! May the new year be filled with Hope, Unity and Light.
In the video above, Buddhist monks in Koyasan perform 除夜の鐘 (Joya-no-Kane), which is a traditional custom practiced throughout Japan on New Year’s Eve. During the ceremony, monks usher in the new year by striking a bell 108 times, symbolically to drive out the obstacles to inner peace.
HINDSIGHT IS 2020
Posted on: December 22, 2020
A decade ago, my agent urged me to get on Instagram, convinced it was the next big thing. I laughed and told him he was crazy. The thought of compressing my medium and large format images to share on a pesky cellphone seemed ludicrous. Yet here we are... yesterday’s absurdity is today’s reality.
It took photography a hundred years to slowly perfect its mechanics, its lenses, cameras, film emulsions and lighting. Not even my agent could have predicted the speed and breadth of modern technology’s homogenization and commoditization of our industry. Purists like me were faced with an existential crisis: adapt or die.
If an idle mind is the devil’s workshop, then I suppose I have Satan to thank for adapting. Six months ago, stuck in pandemic limbo, I finally swallowed the red pill. While I’m still leery of social media in general, it’s been uplifting to communicate with so many amazing people around the world. So thank you for joining the tribe, and for embarking on this journey with me.
Looking back on 2020, it’s easy to see a year consumed by fear, anxiety and negativity. But looking ahead, there is a silver lining. These challenges have forced us to re-evaluate our lives and reinforce our faith in humanity. I’ve spent my adult life traveling to remote corners of the globe, seeking to capture the kindness, bravery and ingenuity of the human spirit. Now that we’re witnessing it around us on a daily basis, it gives me hope that we may emerge from this crisis stronger, wiser and more united.
The best way to end this year is to be thankful for the things we have and the people we love. So on that note, my last post of 2020 is an image of me with my better half, Natasha. We wish you and your loved ones a safe and happy holiday. May the new year bring you good health, prosperity and inner peace; and may we return to a more normal and optimistic world. See you next year. The best is yet to come. MMXXI
NOCTURNAL ANIMAL, 2015
Los Angeles, California
Posted on: December 20, 2020
I AM NY
New York City, New York
Posted on: December 16, 2020
New York City rolls through me like thunder, pulsating in my veins, flashing across my mind, and electrifying every beat of my restless heart.
Music sample: “Blacker (Joey Negro remix)” by Yambee from the 2013 album, “Midnight Riot, Vol.4.”
AWAKE IN A DREAM
La La Land
Posted on: December 15, 2020
A shaman once told me that the main distinction between reality and dream is that waking reality gives us the ability to reason—to doubt what we perceive and experience. It is the linchpin of fear and confusion. Accepting that the waking world is just another dream, and that objective reality does not exist outside of our minds, is the pathway to a deeper awareness.
POINT OF NO RETURN, 2020
Posted on: Deceber 14, 2020
Film noir is a genre characterized by distinct stylistic elements: unsettling and odd camera angles; dramatic use of shadow and light; dense fog; and silhouetted figures in isolated settings. Thematically, noir is often imbued with a sense of moral ambiguity and fatalism. Thus, we can imagine the image above as the climactic frame of a larger noir story—one that follows the usual noir tropes:
A whiskey-drinking, chain-smoking private detective falls for a wealthy, voluptuous damsel in distress. Driven purely by lust, he agrees to murder her nefarious husband who’s after her jewels. They set up a rendezvous at a secluded location to hatch their plan. Meanwhile, the plot thickens as the wily husband intercepts their scheme and devises his own revenge...
Jump cut to the frame above: we are in the present, at the rendezvous spot. It’s a dark, cold, moody night. Under a full moon, our trench coated femme fatale enters frame—her veins pulsating with trepidation. Each step forward draws her closer to the point of no return. Then suddenly, without warning, a shadow emerges from the fog. A rise in tension... Who is it? Is it a trap? And how does the story end? You decide.
BALI HIGH, 2015
Posted on: December 10, 2020
FLASH IN THE CAN
Posted on: December 8, 2020
On December 31, Adobe will finally flush Flash down the toilet, and Steve Jobs, metaphorically, gets the last laugh. That means our two websites (eccentris.com and sachabiyan.com) are also destined for digital heaven. Sure, it’s sad, but after twenty years online, it’s time for a facelift. So until we launch the new site, please DM or email us to purchase prints.
Limited edition fine art prints will be featured in Instagram Stories or you can check ‘Shop’ in the highlights. Pricing and details available upon request.
THE GIRLS FROM IPANEMA, 2003
Ipanema, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Posted on: December 6, 2020
I developed a serious interest in photography around the age of fifteen. I remember spending countless hours in the art section of the local library, poring over the works of the photographers I admired. The clean, minimalist monochrome portraits of Richard Avedon and Irving Penn were as poignant to me as the graphic, hyper-saturated and sexually-charged imagery of Guy Bourdin. Their images spoke to me in a language that transcended words. And I too wanted to communicate in that language.
But no photographer left a mark on my young psyche like Helmut Newton did. Like Bourdin, Newton was a master provocateur. His images at first appear racy or subversive, but beneath their seductive surface gloss lie a veneer of irony and black humor. A sense of intense but mysterious drama always permeates his work. That was the seed he planted in my brain so many years ago.
Newton once said that he always carried handcuffs, whips and inflatable dolls in the trunk of his car because he never knew when they might come in handy for a photo. The King of Kink, as he was known, may be an affront to the progressive sensibilities of our time, but there’s no denying his influence on a generation of fashion photographers.
PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD, 2001
Posted on: December 2, 2020
THE TYGER, 1990
Beaver Lake, Montreal
Posted on: December 20, 2020
“Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?” - William Blake⠀
I shot this ad 30 years ago for the iconic Canadian fashion label, ‘il n’y a que deux’. The concept was inspired by Blake’s poem, "The Tyger”, which alludes to the dichotomy between aesthetic beauty and primal ferocity. For me, it was a fitting metaphor for the fashion industry.
São Paulo, Brazil
Posted on: November 26, 2020
As organic beings, we’re inseparable from nature. We originated from nature, we exist because of nature, and when we die, our bodies will be recycled by nature.
THE GATE II
Arida-gun, Wakayama, Japan
Posted on: November 23, 2020
Floating in chaos
Outside reality’s gate
Monochrome, the world
Until my dream dissipates
THE TRANSPARENT SELF
Arida-gun, Wakayama, Japan
Posted on: November 21, 2020
Multiple exposure self-portrait.
The beauty of humanity lies in our sameness in spite of our differences. Ultimately, we’re only separated by a thin veil of culture. Meditation enables us to lift that veil, and to experience our sameness, our oneness—our transparent self.
Posted on: November 19, 2020
“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion." - Albert Camus
Posted on: November 17, 2020
Strolling through life
Every step forward
Becomes a memory
It’s all a dream
This is panel 3 of a triptych entitled, “The Journey”.
Lake Biwa, Japan
Posted on: November 12, 2020
Our time is finite
But within are infinite
Out of gallery