October 31st, 2007
Grave Markers
Our shadows, at least, need not stop moving. In the graveyard, they cycle around and around their long-still sources; never have they been closer to freedom.
Transcriptorial: They all reduce to numbers / their shadows twisting to go free.
Until Wendy sews them back on…
The guy with the easel and palette nearby is named Richard Upton Pickman. See good descriptions of his art in the literature of Howard Phillips Lovecraft.