Dear Darkness (2)
I need you, need you by my side
Lonely evenings, eyes are open wide
Nothing you say could make me turn my back
Well I see you, and you see me too
Moon is rising, night will be here soon
Follow me, and lay down in my room
Hold me, hold me in your arms
Well now heal me, heal me with your touch
Your touch keeps me hangin’ on
* What happens to lost memories? Where do they go when they fade? They go to a place called ‘Nowhereville’, a familiar place. Soon I will be taking to the road in search of them. Soon I will give them back some semblance of memory. That is my task, that is my desire. Join me for the ride?
Dear Darkness
From familiarly mundane, to something else entirely. These soothingly colourful landscapes transforming at night, evolving into infinite mystery. You find yourself on some obscure dirt road somewhere, nowhere. You breathe the slightly dusty night air, and you feel enveloping darkness laying down on you, loving you in that moment. And all you can do is marvel, marvel at the vastness of it all, all that uncertainty, all that mystery, close enough to smell.
These are from another one of my many badly neglected projects. At the moment it’s all about ‘Nowhereville’, as it can only be. How strange for me as my life’s been one drawn out struggle with the very concept of focus, or more accurately, the lack of it. Always ten different roads, ten different directions badly travelled. And now this is all I can see, this one project, this one stretch of road. Maybe it’s because this one project symbolizes all that could have been, all those badly travelled roads perhaps travelled differently. This road needs to be different, this needs to be the one that takes me closer to home, it just has to be.
CameraVagrant 