lenz, darkness had fallen

m. swiezynski..........grey clouds marched across the sky, but everything so close, and then the mist came swirling up and drifted dank and heavy through the bushes, so leaden, so sluggish....................and the mist devoured the shape of things then half revealed their giant limbs; the surge swept through him, he sought for something, as though for lost dreams, but he found nothing..........

being an eye for nothing

bunkers & fog in marin, images from last year"to be a cinematographer of nothing, to express its own impossibility? to imagine one being an eye for nothing, an eye for the impossibility demand such vulnerability at times. maybe cursed and blessed at the same time" z, kafka's ghost