Enter the void
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Enter the void
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Inspired by Kenji Mizoguchi's Ugetsu, Lady Wakasa. A tragic figure in her solitude and loneliness, departed this world without having ever known love in her life.
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© Rewinda Omar
the magic yard
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© Rewinda Omar
A very good friend of mine, Esa the girl who cries a lot as baby goth circa 2009
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one of my favorite photos I took at an old photo shoot, I lost all my old stuff when my laptop got stolen a year ago
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Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada.
A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They are round and flat and full of dark advice.
Cold worlds shake from the oar. The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes. A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;
Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.
Crossing the Water, Sylvia Plath
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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful, The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Mirror, Sylvia Plath
It’s good to be back. It’s been tough mentally, I’ve using it as a rest period
State of non-return
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