Friends fading, friends faded, away … silence in the wake.
Nothing like it. Well, maybe a painting … a well-done painting of a man in mourning, who is incognito. And yet, how do I know that the man is mourning, if he is … incognito?
Because I am that man.
Late at night, post midnight, an incurable, insomniac … A false sense of security (F.S.S.): an illusion; a “fata morgana”, as somecall mirages in Antarctica.
This illusion in the night, the sense that time has virtually stopped. Noiselessness is a beautiful thing.
Noiselessness is not always a beautiful thing, but it is on this night (when this blog was penned in a notebook).
But time does not stop, and that is O-kay, really … because we cannot do anything about it … And, there is a plan in place, yes? There are good things in store for me, for my family … even if time does not stop.
- Travel Shot Tuesday: Antarctica (nomaterra.wordpress.com)
- Jorg Schmeisser – Visions on Antarctica (redearthbluesky.wordpress.com)