Into the dark.

Some would go for the quick thrill of a familiar spectacle, but you did it differently, pointing a lens toward endurance. Only the unthinkable is interesting, you said, and who could argue? Sensing the dark did not change its darkness, but it was possible to train at walking forward in it, bumping along. 

Well, you reminded. There has never been a time when this was safe. We took off our shoes and entered.


Inspiration: Franz Kafka’s writing, particularly when he writes about  “the Holy of the Holies” in his fragment Wedding Preparations in the Country.