Fluid World; Far from the Madding Crowd

A black mass of people swarmed out of my head into paper, radiating many colours of excitement… or a speedy breed of boredom. Some voices argued with the kind of savagery, which is to be observed on the face of a snarling wolf pup… others hurried towards my right hand without as much as a swish of cloth. Everyone wanted out… far from the madding crowd. I wondered whether it would still be a madding crowd if no one wanted to rush out like that… Ink would keep seeping out of the sacred tip of the nib, I was in no mood to disappoint those… those… well… those people… I’ve been warned that they would destroy me if I don’t let them out. “It’s a fluid world ladies and gentlemen”, I announced. Didn’t slow them down a bit. “Oh!”, I suddenly realised, They were fluid too!

Reading can be done
In an obscure corner of the evening
Something contained
Drip Drip


  1. Impressive photography and even more impressive vision to see the images made possible.
    I love the pulling away and break off of the drop and the piping reflected in each globe-delicious food for the mind and eye.-thank you
    Angel in the dust

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