EDITION#05
MELTDOWN - SEPTEMBER 2020
THE MAN WOULDN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

I looked with bated breath at the stirring waves. The sun reflected my golden sheen. When would THE MAN explain the meaning of it all? I asked again but THE MAN WOULDN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I am his loyal companion. I am the innocent. I am forever young. I travel through time at his side. My call protects him from THE EMPTY SPACE. BUT HE WOULDN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO BECAUSE HE NEVER REALISED WHAT I KNEW. I AM BUT A DROP IN THE OCEAN.
THE EMPTY SPACE

Our perception of emptiness is one that can either fill us with feelings of vast potential and opportunity or fear of the bleak unknown. HIS SILENT FEAR AND THE EMPTY SPACE I LONG TO LEAVE THIS WRETCHED PLACE. Our naked bodies, bathed in colour and life. Within the scene, serene and still. Yet it brings new meaning to what was once a familiar and predictable scenario. THE EMPTY SPACE is now full, but full with something new. Much like the infinite ebony of a chalk board, tirelessly enticing us with prospective yet unnatainable theorem. THE EMPTY SPACE can be our fruitful or fruitless blank canvas, full of possibility or no direction. But after all what is full can take no more, what is empty is yet to be filled.

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