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“The night stole all the colours from the day, but by the morning we were already old”

 

Between the last light of the sun, below a colourful storm, the night stole all the colours from the day. As the earth gave over its life ..to man. It grew him his food, his language and his intelligence. Then with arms open, took him back in when he greeted his death. A mans own land, their wide empty stretch of existence was meant to be sacred, asking the concept of its ‘owner’ ..to continue to grow below the feet, unscarred. To wound the soil, was also to wound the self. Distracted. We name every hair of land, so we could gather up our claim over it. The desert orange of mans earth, an irreversible question. Yet as if the sun had sucked away all possibility of its reflection, by the time the morning came, we were already old.