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Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.
I rest my head on the pillow and try to steady my breath. I feel a chill on my cheek. It’s just fresh air, I tell myself, It’s only the air.
The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.
Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.
I am greeted by a flock of rooks. They look proud in their feathered breeches. They contrast wonderfully with the glare of the sun.
I met her again recently. I don’t think of her as a specific individual, but rather as a template. A template of the mind.