The Presence of Absence
It is there, in the darkness. Where the light does not reach. We feel its weight and wear its colours no less than the light that was upon us. And once consumed by the darkness, we lament the fragile nature of light.
It is there, in the darkness. Where the light does not reach. We feel its weight and wear its colours no less than the light that was upon us. And once consumed by the darkness, we lament the fragile nature of light.