johnlesliemackie
Bluelighter
That which surrounded me no longer symbolized anything, non-symbols, non-reflective, the non-reflective reflecting itself; this void of despair that is intangibly submerged in everything created in the room and already existing in the ancient mud like a dream deprived of all symbolism, but one that yet carries a seed to each symbol, conditioned by the room like a last remnant of the beauty carried by time, the dreamy sadness existing in the depth of every eye: the destruction destined to threaten humanity. The gaping emptiness expanding, dissolving the self, eradicating it to non-existence.
