Can’t stop myself looking into the shadows. I let myself delve into unknown.

I have a need to look back into the darkness.  I seek the shadow, my tainted, chained, enslaved consciousness it drags with it. And now I’m waiting for the moment of catch.

Shadow is the purest projection of the world, and here the sun flattened image is flattened the second time over by taking a Snapshot.

When you catch a shadow it loses some of its advantages - its fleeting nature, its ability to be constantly on the move, the skillful walk around its native objects perimeter, or even the talent to fuse with the nothingness of the night.

There are times when I let myself dream of my shadow changing its place with yours, both of their unset flowing particles dissolving into foreign contours.