A world so strange and yet so familiar: old friends and distant voyages. And the greatest voyage of all is the journey home. From childhood to wakefulness along a narrow promontory from France to ole England, between and betwixt the radioactivity of history sending our mobile phones and computer games haywire. If this magic touches us will we be contaminated with the truth? The truth that we are not who we think we are? The only way to find out is to carry on dreaming…

Image Credit: salvador dalí


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