Dan93

Dark long figures of light wind their way through narrow alleyways. Searching by night for lost souls who are easy to catch. They are often those whose lives are at a dead end. Whose longing for meaning stretches out of their visages. They squirm and fade...

Through the haze, I can make out the deep dark buds of the cassis growing in the dark valleys Above them the bright crowns of the lush acacia forests. On my way, I am closely accompanied by Narcissus and Viola. They dance around me, emitting...