Sak · Miru

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03.12.09 13:29
Section: Miru
Filed Under: Copyright - Sak, Photography

So much of my time is spent looking at clouds, wondering what I see in the figures and shapes, and what I see I feel. None of it makes any sense any more than the weather, and its affect on me is what changes me, drives me, pains me. A subtle, frightening figure watching from a distance, or sharing my desk with me.

Such shapes form according to something spreading across the universe, like a surging beat and a message.

A message from Dog, that every beginning ends, and that every ending begins again, reaching up through the cracks in society and sidewalks.

Born in fire and decay, surrounded by withering cold, there have been so many times that I’ve wondered why appreciation for these things is so necessary. Not just the searing sensation of color, and light, but also the bridging of distance and time.

A song, a melody in the chaos that takes insanity to appreciate in a world that feels so difficult to tolerate. I look up into the night sky, using the refracting light to send my love to other new beginnings.

An invisible message beaming through the distance and the cold vacuum, bouncing back again and again, and I taste a little bit of hope.