keskiviikko 1. tammikuuta 2025

IN THE GLOOM OF A JANUARY AFTERNOON

Where the forest has a wound through
it and pylons carry civilization, a lone
stranger stands on a cliff, gazing
into distance in the gloom of the winter
afternoon, straight out of a painting by
Caspar David Friedrich, the forest
given the role of the Gothic ruins,
this moment capturing the passing
of nature, not civilization carrying its
light above on feet of fragile steel,
but what will remain are the rocks,
the land rolling forward in time
through all humanity's mistakes
and beyond them.

01.01.2025


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