Naiade oil painting

Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time piracies…as if all the images and memories of his life had been crammed into aballoon, and the balloon popped and they all came bursting out now, randomly, in asingle moment. It was nearly overwhelming, it was sensory overload; or moreprecisely, memory overload. Men had gone mad, in these first minutes followingdecarbonization, hopelessly, utterly mad—unable ever again to reorganize theten-billion kind of coherent, selective order. Solo wasn't that susceptible. He rode the surge of this tide of impressions untilit settled down to a churning backwash, submerging the bulk of his memories, leavingonly the most recent flotsam to foam on the surface: his betrayal by Lando Calrissian,who he'd once called friend; his ailing ship; his last view of Leia; his capture by BobaFett, the iron-masked bounty hunter who… Where was he now? What had happened? His last image was of Boba Fettwatching him turn into carbonite. Was this Fett again now, come to thaw him formore abuse? The air roared in his ears, his breathing felt irregular, unnatural. Hebatted his hand in front of his face.