On the Most Depressing Day of the Year…

The terror of hope. Daydreaming of a life and a love that may never be. Missed moments and lost lovers. Bittersweet memories. From low to high – the ecstatic pendulum.

Time has stopped. No past, no future. You have erased time, refused its existence. Like a child hiding, the real thrill and the real terror is in pretending that you can disappear…

As every peasant once knew – every true celebration should be an abolition of time.

(Photograph by John Carsley).

John Carsely

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