This is an ongoing series, featuring the drifting, ominous presence of a nebula in the form of a woman. Peering into the depths of the Self, the Woman appears at the height of total balance (or, rather the desire and the will to understand that life implies death, night implies day).
Respectfully, Atomic 88 was provoked by a dream I had several years ago. I was monitoring the state of a quiet, untouched metropolis, where I was floating, instead of the innate desire to run. I was pushed into my old theatre classroom, where the whole class sat on the floor, facing my former theatre coach. He’s been waiting for me, for he’s got a “new improvisation project” under his sleeve. He says, “Better late than never. What is it that you want, Jake?”