All five horizons

There is a feeling, a very old memory, that is deeply embedded in my brain. It is probably the first sensation seeing fantastic sci-fi paintings depicting different planets during the late 1970s, that transported me into worlds with brutalism architecture and faschistoid structures, not unlike the megastructures of the pyramids of previous advanced cultures in Egypt or Latin-America. I am still trying to fathom that memory... probably, whenever you see or hear something for the first time, then everything afterwards in life is just an inferior imitation of that. So I keep hunting, tracking down those core memories from the early childhood - because all the rest is just an approximation.