the feeling of being in a cloud. a continuous cycle
of envelopment and release
by the white atmosphere.
forms shift in and out it's wet. cold. dark.
what time is it?
the mystery of the whiteness captivates
it is impossible to tell what rests beyond it
unless one pushes into it
should I be afraid of its contents?
or should I find comfort in the ignorance it enables?
it doesn't matter, just keep going
uphill is the only option
these images reflect some of the darkest and most troubling states of mind I have been in since my return from this place.
since ever, if we're being honest. perhaps a dim, clouded, and foreign geography is the most articulate portrayal I have of the kinds of inner geographies we find ourselves walking through in this life.