She was standing in the room flooded with light that felt as corrosive as acid. Breathing was difficult. And yet even the acid light couldn’t burn out the truth that lied naked in front of her. The deed had been done. It’s consequences irreversible. The pallor whiteness had taken over
We are what books we read, what music we listen to, what movies we watch, what fragrances we wear. I believe my photographs give a pretty good hint about the kind of stuff that influences me. Anyway, after a handful of “dark” posts, lets go for something lighter, shall we?
“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker
“I’m walking through a sheet of glass instead of the door” [Giorge Leedy “Uninhibited from lust to love”]
Everything was black. Gaia couldn’t even see her own hand she knew she had raised to the level of her eyes. She tried to remember where she was but her memory was just as black as everything around. Whatever this place was it lacked any sound or smell which could
Monday arrived hand in hand with wailing of sirens that woke Gaia at half past four in the morning. The dreadful sound meant only one thing – the sea was coming to inspect its city. That wasn’t a surprise. She had seen the water level rise the night before returning