no white ghosts

Just surreal. It's like reading an abstract realism painting; it's there, you see it, but you see it very differently—as though through another's eyes. Beautifully done. You're doing GREAT!

Thanks so much A

There is a haunting feel to this piece, for me anyway.
Something about it feels known but obviously that
couldn't be. I really liked it and read it several times,
each time finding something new about it. Lovely.

Thanks so much Eerie.:)

I agree, the dimensions of your writing often hold the focused detail picture, with the life and message moving in shadows. I had this in mind when I was writing Chiaroscuro, which was a tribute to many things, You, Uma, Rob, Tycho Brahe, Vermeer, Sagan, the list goes on. I feel like we must honor those influences that shape how we view the world by how they capture us. This write comes across in stark, noir imagery, whispering of nuances of the tenuous nature of being, it seems to me, life and death in their continual inseparable dance, the precipices we walk across, sometimes numbly, sometimes in painfully acute awareness. The flash and stillness, the agony and numbness, come across in this write, for me, in stark contrasts. There are dimensions of depth to your writing that are something felt, a yawning pause of the heart, gazing inward.

beautiful Daniel thank you so much. your comments alone are inspiration. again, to feel heard is very special and precious.