дверь без двери в море настежь, уходящей в горизонт …

Ephemerality of Reflections

For many years now, when I see a deserted seashore, a single doorframe has been appearing in my imagination, as though it opens a visible access into different, completely special space, where the horizon becomes the visual borderline of the space open to one’s eye – a symbol of the infinite unreachable, beyond which, somewhere there, a mystery of a day that is yet to come is developing.

Being an extremely subjective geographical concept, the horizon remains an eternal aesthetic abstraction, that can only be accessed in one’s mind as one reflects upon it, the mystery hidden behind it, and about the time that is yet to come. By gazing over the horizon, one feels that its unreachability is as ephemeral as one’s regrets about their unfulfilled dreams, or one’s imaginations over changes that are perhaps yet to come, turning the sense of space into a manifestation of the hidden time as a tangible reality.

The horizon is perpetual, as is the ephemerality of reflecting upon it.