Muted feelings, scratches of thought, hazy beginings, hazy endings. Unspoken words and ideas, sleepy thoughts resting in the shadowed corners of our minds. Slumbering dreams and hushed whispers barely finding their way through our dust to tell us something. I see people strung, pinned, beautiful afraid and fragile, hanging from slender lines, we all quietly thread together in the dark. Kristina Killar 2004 |
