A collection of photos and poems interacting with each other in ways both mysterious and obvious.
Shhhhh....
Step silently into anonymity this place of personal stillness.
Sigh.
Relief from the constant throb of gotta
fill those holes inside
and make some Big Thing from nothing.
Epitaph on the tombstone of a taciturn man: FILL IN THE BLANKS
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
― Mary Oliver
“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.”
― Carl Jung
“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
― Sarah J. Maas
“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
We are in the midst of a terrible cyclone of conditions:
This is a dark time in our nation’s history, yet darkness is part of the human condition.
Musicians have approached darkness from many different points of view. Here is an exploration of a few renderings in song of the many facets of darkness.
Dressed for mourning she surrenders to this new world; this day and the next, expanding uncertainties this collection of days. So long, longing for obsolete futures with nothing left, she welcomes her isolation.
Boho Dreams of Space and Time 