The incense was spiraling. The candles were burning with delicate oscillations of anguish. Watching them was like listening to a beloved heartbeat and fearing the golden hammer strokes might stop. The candles never conquered the darkness but maintained a disquieting duel with the night.
Houseboat View, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
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Icarus, shadow chaser.
“Hell’s Hinges” (1916)