DIVING INTO THE WRECK

Posted 9 months ago , photography art 4966

“I know that atmosphere of the Parisian apartment building, with the twin menaces of the concierge on the ground floor and the landlord upstairs.” - Roman Polanski

There are monsters in the dark.

Faceless monsters, never seen - only a swishing movement barely heard, an indiscernible body writhing around the corner, shapeless and unknown, for you to load all your fears on to.

There are monsters in the dark, and you know that if they ever came out into the light, they would look back at you with your own eyes. The monsters are in the dark where you’ve imprisoned them – you, who can scarcely look into a mirror in the fear of seeing into your own soul should you look into your own eyes.

So you turn out the lights and sit in the chill silence of darkness, and keep them company, and sometimes, you can feel one reaching out for you, your skin reacting to its warmth. You never flinch, and the touch never comes. The darkness never comes for you.

You are the monster trapped in the light.

Posted 9 months ago , words