Cicerone´s Journeys: Thirteen

Cicerone wears a cloak of shadows; he is swathed in five shades of darkness. What matters is the dark, and the residues of light within it. Faint memories, echoes, that can be amplified, refined, brought back into the realm of the seen, the seeable. Buried dreams, dreams of burial, an archeology of faint whispers and forgotten promises, hovering like wraiths at the edges of becoming.