Thank you, dearest Niish.
My pieces of that era, you could probably describe most of them as searching, seeking, yet baneful. These are the lessons I was staring at the time.
I knew that this piece in particular would be one of your favourites, as it deals with dreams, and transformations. Many of the pieces back then were liminal and of abstractions of reality and perceptions - silence, shadows, one's own mirror-image, mirrors, and so on.
And yet somehow, the picture that always came through was a dark one. I keep thinking in Lovecraftian terms, even before being truly familiar with his corpus - thinking as I took bus rides at night, that the amount of light in our universe is infinitesimal, and when darkness is nearly limitless, and light so limited, then the knowledge that light is itself a lie.
That was my truth, back then.
And is the Knight truly not saving us? That we do not wish to be saved does not mean we are not in need of saving.
And who knows better of internal conflicts than Dream himself?
And is it Dream that is not at peace, or the dreamer?