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Untitled, from “Enchanted Forest” | Maksym Romenskyi
Musée Magazine embraces the wonderful hope that every picture stimulates an interpretation. This column is our tip of the hat to that concept, with a fictionalized text we’ve written to accompany a selected photograph.
Written by: Emma Mathes
In the dream, everything moved in black and white blur. It felt unimaginably real, but anything felt possible. I moved through an old oak forest, hearing the pounding of hooves from half a mile away. I walked past glittering fairies and a pond of koi.
Despite all distractions, my feet moved step by step towards their destination. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
After a dream time passage of hours, I was there, in front of my end. It was a door. An old, cracked door with a peep hole. Light streamed through those parts; so, I opened it.
