A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
Full of life
A monologue by the personified dream
On many occasions I have tried to find the moment of ‘solitude’ that directors write into desolate scenes. Believing that we are all thoroughly interconnected, I have found it utterly impossible to feel alone, however, or even marginally dissatisfied in the company of strangers. Thoughts inspired by Marx and Hegels documents on art and being as a social entity.
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.