Scrolling Through Pictures

23 Feb

I’m right there, just.

Scrolling down to see frame after cursed frame of landscape photography.

I can’t stop myself. I’m transfixed. Powerless. Drained!..

But the images aren’t interested in my plight. I gush over them. I do, dear lord, I do.

Yet, I dare to imagine familiar things, whilst my slippery fingers scroll on, aimlessly.

A ferocious lonesome dog that only wishes to be loved, but it’s foaming, foaming at the mouth and… It won’t stop hunting.

Where does mere fascination end?

Transcendence in the shape of a hill, like no other hill can offer.

Poor dog, poor fingers.

Poor hills.


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