Only what I saw
Visited with the
inscrutable in language so easily misunderstood, the project takes a chimeral
form too nondescript to give shape to coherent thought that you are lost in a
labyrinth of dark tunnels with eerie sounds masking the booming roar of a menacing
minotaur.
My sobriety defeats
me as I approach the caldera of a volcano ready to enter the mouth of the
dragon that prances on the fires of the belly of the earth, I am scalded by its
breath and starved of oxygen almost ready to swoon into the ethereal
nothingness of the end.
In the abandon that
ensues, not reckless in the least, we are become Pompeii and in looking back at
the conflagration that has begun to surround us, we become the only friend of
Lot’s salty wife.
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