Catacombs of the Black Sun

personal project

Don’t be scared
They can’t hear us.
This is where our dead live, filled with phantoms and old memories
They all live here, believing their feverish dream, not remembering anything at the break of dawn
Waking up and suffering for all the lives again and again
Carrying a child in the folds of cosmos
we walk the sky
purging not living, an empty thought

Inspired by Brunon Schultz novel "Hourglass Sanatorium"