Graphic
I don’t intend to bring people down today, but sometimes when you start playing with words you don’t always get a positive spin on the subject matter.
We don’t always need much, sometimes we get a full blown image, but often just a hint is enough. Painful as it may be to look at images where all is laid bear, sometimes more disturbing are the images where more is implied than given away. Thus we stop and for a brief moment our imagination can take the offensive. Shadows and darkness and the absence of certainty pull at the frayed edges of fear and beckon forth demons long since put away. A desire for completion and knowledge pries open the bedroom door of our childhood, and for that brief instant we are submerged in the sea of our own secret and unloved thoughts. While physical details pour haphazardly like poorly stacked toys onto our bedroom floor, the curtains and the furniture take on the vestiges of discontent and maleficence that we paint on the face of the frighteningly foreign. No inhuman atrocity is far, no monster or madman can be kept away, and every abomination of nature has its eyes upon us. It is all a little too close for comfort, when these graphic pictures unfold themselves in one’s own mind.
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