Wedged in the undergrowth, you hear the pain-wail of some beast spilling its insides…
Once upon a time, there was a Sun, flowing love, offering fire.
Not always true, not always what they appear to be, but always what they hope to be.
Venus troubles me. I come here reluctantly; so bright. So mystifying, so inscrutable. So tenebrous, as well, beneath that gleaming skin. Moist…
Everything begins to spin around and, suddenly, the void.
It comes without warning, a storm.
And so, back. Down. To Earth. Where I belong? This, my home? This desert wilderness of beauty and voluptuousness, this abundance of colour…