Would this be an appropriate time to reflect? On what, though? Having been fiddling with photography, but above all, manipulating photographs, for perhaps 8-ish years, I find myself at a place where this particular realm of action barely enters my existence. The discrepancy between what I would like do with photos and what I can do and manage to do dissuades me from picking this hobby up again in what would be a nostalgic act of this man's desire for transcendence. Aye, I saught a different world, a world of imagination where the mind reigns supreme. Pursuing this hobby brought about a small entrance into that world. What fascinated me the most was how, no matter how unintentional it was, my subconscious mind added meaning to the pictures I was working on, only to have made me confused at how I reached such heights. To put it simply, I acted randomly first and later on saw concepts, symbols and meaning in something that was never meant to possess those elements. Truly, these have been the most joyous moments. In the future, I would hope to be able to reach them again, should motivation be provided for embracing this hobby. This world has been disenchanted. In such circumstances, even the tiniest fragment of the magical, mystical, transcended is to be cherished by the heart of the dreamer.    
    "Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
    The goal in sight again."