Photographs almost look like externalizations of my inner phenomenology = the dissolving of the identity, dream like nature.
I see mist reclaiming structures.
Darkness reclaiming forms.
Sky reclaiming light.
Silhouettes reclaiming detail.
Distance reclaiming certainty.
Everything is being gently pulled back toward undifferentiatedness.
Matter returning to sky.
The fog dissolves boundaries visually.
The night dissolves boundaries spatially.
The horizon dissolves boundaries geographically.
The fire circle dissolves boundaries socially.
The mystical impulse dissolves boundaries metaphysically.
Where the separations that dominate ordinary life become secondary.
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