Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Dreams walk among us


Have you noticed the winds picking up? They are carrying voices, and, sometimes, dreams. They are not easy to make sense of, in the noise of, well, us.
HPL heard them. Archibald McLeish was haunted by them. The few among us that are permanently lost can see them, as fire walks with them. You get that tingling in your stomach, that grip in your gut, and you know that there’s something real, lurking in your peripheral vision, content in not being seen, patient, waiting .
Do not tag it as evil, or good. The fear you feel is from ignorance, and the genetic fear of the unknown.
The winds are picking up, and fewer people are noticing.

Photo by Martin Stranka