Ultramarine has no shame. It is absolute sensuality encapsulated within inconceivable enigmatic wonder. Intensely influential without any influences as it bares its soul in irrepressible ecstasy. 

The longer I stare into its rich dimensionlessness, the stronger its intrigue pulls me in. I’m searching for understanding; Who created it? How? When? Why? It answers but it’s as incoherent as a fever dream…a blue dream?

It’s un-human. It must be primordial. I feel coy witnessing something so pure in its absolutitude.

But now I feel a sense of nostalgia echoing within me. Recognition of what though? Unnatural, disjointed questions arise casting luminous shadows; give the shadows a microphone for they remember it all.

For those few seconds, I was given a glimpse into history.