Hope.  How boring these pipes would be without this beautiful flower. There is always hope in life.

Butterfly.  I was supposed to paint flowers in complementary colors. But look, there landed a butterfly, and in it both complementary colors are combined.

Schoolpainting.  Yet another schoolpainting.  But look at the proportions! These are no ordinary water containers anymore. Maybe I should have added a man as size standard, it would be no taller than a third of a container.

Raven. He is sitting in a cage. Staring at the lands of freedom beyond, unreachable, but always present.  The tree is not limited by the fence, it extends its roots and branches to the other side. The sun is setting and yet another day of waiting is ending for the raven.

Factory.  At day man controls the machines. One toothweel after the other is manufactured, one after the other after the other. The count is lost in this endless seeming monotony of work. And then comes the night. And with it come the dreams. The toothweels are immense, spinning, turning, and rolling. Factory controls man.

Crash.  In a crash everything suddenly happens very fast. The very speed of it is horrifying. Yet the instant before the crash is written in the mind with absolute clarity, never to be forgotten.

Why?  What are the hands of man capable of? So much senseless slaughter and devastation. This man will never walk and laugh and sing again. Nor any of them anymore.

Prisoner.  The earth is bleeding. But he cannot help, cannot move, cannot even cry anymore. There is only one certainty he faces: there will be a day when he will be as dead as the skeleton. There is an opening in the wall, a path to freedom. But he cannot leave, and the star in the sky will be forever distant.

Beyond Death.  If you die, you will be dead, and there will be not place or time to mourn in selfpity. However, when a roleplaying character has this fate, you can still see his body lying in his own blood after it is all over. It may be just someone thought up, only an imagination, still the sadness of this moment may get to you.

Molecule.  Not that a molecule really looks like this. But using a molecule building kit sometimes helps the imagination along, as to the relative position of the atoms in a molecule.

Hands. Took a picture of my hands, and then a picture of the picture, and then a picture of that picture, and so on.

Vanishing.  You know you shouldn't go there. Your intuition screams at you, yet you ignore the voice of warning. You will keep  going, do the inevitable. And perish as a result. Nothing of you will be left in the end: vanished and gone.

Memory of the Dead.  How real is the life of a person? When death has come, all that may be left is a memory of those still living. Is that memory more real, if the person was more than fictional?

The Burden.  Everybody is carrying a burden. A long way, and the load doesn't get any lighter. Some stagger and fall, perish by the wayside. The others carry on. And on and on.

End & Beginning. Imagine the busy streets of New York City deserted by humankind. Yet there is hope: The catastrope may have wiped out all human life, but some plants and animals survived, and they prosper here, now.

Destruction. Once this was a beautiful city. But fragile are the buildings of man, collapsing in the destruction of war.

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