not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Saturday, March 30, 2013


standing with their toes wet at the water's edge,
eager for an answer she asks him,
does this place really exist?

he answers with small words that strike out like matches against the darkness,
does it matter?


  1. erin, this reminds me of rosaria's recent post where she talks about dreams. your words make me wonder about the limnal intersection of dreams and consciousness, life and death. does this place really exist? and how do we exist amidst this webbing, this interlacing of planes? as a child, i used to walk around with a mirror reflecting the ceiling - i would step over beams and circumvent chandeliers on my upside down path.

    what does really matter? only the heart has that answer. xo

  2. he is so wise :-)

    and i imagine her asking next, equally eager: do we really exist? (as she is so wise, too)

    the image is so soft, so really woven out of the gentleness of reverie, that i can't imagine an 'edge' should at all be possible in that world

  3. beauty always matters...makes me think of the quote "your perception is reality"...then again???

    xo Aimee

  4. Your text seems a lyric song of Echo and the Bunnymen, like the killing moon, Seven seas or another one...
    Intimate and rambling ... but beautiful
    The shot?...I like it.


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))