Photographs and text by Duane Michals. Limited edition of 100 numbered copies, signed by Michals, in a cloth slipcase. Fine gray cloth, with debossed title stamped in black, with dust jacket. - From the text by Duane Michals: "In my sixty-eighth year I have become the lucid dreamer, who has awakened in his sleep of life and knows that he is dreaming. I am a phantom in a phantom landscape. I assume nothing and find the familiar to be a curiosity. The inherited bedrock of definitions which described reality for me is now porous and insubstantial. Has it been sand all along and had I failed to notice? As my consciousness spirals to its pre-destined disappearance, age has forced me to pay attention. Now I begin to see the silhouette of the mystery. I think about thinking and am beyond the comfort of conformity. I must ask questions that I never thought to ask before. The most profound questions seem to be transparent in their ordinariness and deceptive in their significance. A child would understand. I know that this modest enquiry must fail. But what else am I to do?"