The Travelling Dream Show

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

VENICE, ITALY

2 Comments:

Paul Mckeown said...: dude these are un befricking leviable!!
Are you sure you don't want to make prints and exhibit....you'd be minted!; 9:43 AM
Matt Jones said...: This shot has the aura of some kind of seedy, neon downtown after the pimps, whores & strippers have gone home.; 7:17 AM