Fade Away

There are moments where one feels a deep connection with the world; like nature whispering the totality of knowledge in rapid staccato. It's a strange event, like we can see the future and taste the past, but it's also disturbing. Emotions start to build like lava in a volcano and then they just erupt—smiting everything in its path until only the hollow volcano is left. I'm of the mind that this connection is because one has met a soul that is like theirs and when the two resonate, something happens that transcends what is corporeal; what is reality. The greatest sorrow in the world is the splitting of love, of bonds. Like the splitting of an atom, this intrusion upon purity is met with a tear. Life is a delicious concoction of violence and generosity, joy and fear, singing and dread. Dancing with tears in your eyes is more than a song title; it's a complete state of existence. The wars in our hearts over sanity is complex, beautiful and completely tragic. A single moment never shapes us nor does the screaming echo of repeated failure. All we are are the culmination of memories; tactile experiences. You're the product of falling off a bike and getting back on the road. Of waking up in the morning next to someone you don't love. Of cradling the dead because we can't bear to be alone in this emotionally devoid world. We rage. We cry. We feel everything. Despite living through similar ordeals we never know what to so say to one another. It's all new when it's not our own. In unison, we are alone. When a connection is severed it's hard to feel anything but betrayal. An aching despair just devouring everything pure and decent in the world. The earth is bloodthirsty, you see. We die, we leak the very fluid that keeps organic beings alive only for the planet to gobble us back up. Life is cruel, it is savage and it is uncaring about our whims. Everything we do must be in respect to this and in fact, in response to this. We take photographs to remember those who are free from this darkness only to have the sun bleach the artifacts of happiness. Memories are stolen from our minds by disease and trauma. Time doesn't heal all wounds. They simply fade away.