Joys of the chase by Ivan Donn Carswell
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into meaninglessness. The artefacts of an old existence deny you humanity but you don’t recognise them anyway, they are not bound to objects of power that belay access to reason. In this flat world of monochrome un-ambiguity and ceaseless movement you hear in a spectrum of sound that defies tympanic sympathy, sounds you feel in your teeth and in the hair that covers your lean shanks and in the scents that surround you. You move in a world of here and now, where yesterday was a stomach full and tomorrow is an extension of your hunger for tastes and sounds and joys of the chase. © I.D. Carswell
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