Saturday, August 10, 2019

The scents of the woods
oppressive, intimately close
when the seasons swing around,
A dark swoon strikes you down
and makes you hit the ground.
A river flows somewhere away, far from where I am.
A rain of falling leaves, the sounds of the larks singing in the dark,
they make up and seal the world and the time.
Illusions scale the distances, float in the river for awhile.
The intoxication that comes
with obsessions and dreams
is obsession still.
Let me open my eyes
and see how brief and strange all this is.
But let me listen and hear the voice that says,
"let the brief and the strange be forever true
as in the trance and the dream."
SUSHAMA KARNIK
Thanks for the image & the inspiration
Souheil Ghammachi
If we lived forever, maybe
we’d have time to understand
things. But as it is, I think
the best we can do is try to
open our eyes and appreciate
how strange and brief
all of this is.
Quote from the video game What Remains of Edith Finch
Source: paintedhorse23

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