The Aesthetic of Being Alone
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1 min readMay 27, 2017
Heat waves emerge from iridescent pools which evaporate then reappear with each of my steps, and a thousand winged Carolina Locust symphony rises in voluminous intensity then fades to a whisper as I proceed. The peace I experienced walking atop the spent coal shards was a soothing balm unlike the overheated midday temperaments back in town. I followed the tracks away from social discord toward nature’s solitude.
