Creator / imaginer: Dabbler in art, literature and sound.
I sit as my three selves, past, present, and future,
Afloat on a wooden raft that slowly gains water,
Starry skyed, I travel a dark river, through a hazy landscape.
Future faces forward, past looks behind, while the present holds its head in its hands.
Blindfolded, the turbulent waters confuse our true direction,
We ride rough waters towards a waterfall that empties itself into a vast black void.
The immense darkness of that void is as indescribable, as it is inevitable.
© Dan Verkys 2024
I have been exploring, searching for a quiet place to sit on the digitised soft grass, with my back against an old tree, shaded from the burning sun of human greed that makes all life-journeys intolerable. Do I have it here? Is this a place I can hang my hat and coat on the branches of that old tree and be comfortable for a moment. We will see.
For now, I will consider this to be my very own online hobbit hole, a quiet place, a step away from the confines of social media and the trap of paid domains, which feels very much like the Mordor of the modern age, to continue the Tolkien motif.
So I’m going to use this wordpress platform for for my writing and related, without the constant concern of idiot commentary or money hungry scum.
I bid you welcome.
Dan Verkys 