inside looking out

Clocks are so familiar. Standing inside a clockface makes me feel as though I've walked trhough the looking glass and shrunk to the size of a small mouse, wading through pidgeons and trying not to fall through more timewarp holes in the rotten floorboards. Expected the clock to warp and start dripping away, revealing yet more decay.

Illumination in a basic way.

and a surreal journey all of my own.