installation 01

i am not from around here. i don’t know how i got here. i closed my eyes and woke up in a strange land.

the sky is grey, and the terrain is loud – hostile. i see flashes – memories – of the bending trees and the falling clouds. but i am not home anymore. this concrete expanse is linear; logical; structured – it’s alien to me.

my world is a vast, vibrant oasis, where nothing follows a straight edge. the moon and the sun stand pretty in the sky and the clouds hang like velvet drapes. the birds sing me songs and the trees talk - my guardian angels – keeping me safe from danger.

but danger surrounds me here as i walk this world alone and i hear a voice – a violent whisper in my head – a warning call for me to return but i do not know how.

a vision stops me in my tracks – a hopeful beacon among the trees – a light in the dark. i look into the white box and it gives me a glimpse into my reality – a digital nostalgia locked inside.

the white box is the window and now they surround me. i must open the door.

in the distance i see a lonely soul – aside from my own reflection. they radiate in the grey, opening up to me. the whisper warns against the stranger, but my instincts tell me otherwise. i look into their eyes and the darkness goes away. i wish i could show them mine. 

i’m no longer alone here but with each passing window something follows, something dark, something familiar. the faceless figure, cloaked in shadows, watches but does not speak. is this the voice? is this a distant fractal from a previous life?

when darkness comes, it hides. and into the night i fall into the arms of the stranger. what is this feeling? i don’t feel scared any longer. maybe this world is only veiled with darkness. maybe this world only haunts the lonely soul.