the ghost of electricity


Candles and fireplaces started becoming immensely attractive to me. I could light my surroundings and warm my being

A cabin
Lack of showers
Wind at night
Less and less noise until you notice all the other noise
The bending of trees
The creak of a wood
Humming of fire

Darkness and perhaps a gee-tar, harmonica and the try at a song
No more clocks, we wake up at “day”
And we wind down at “night”

These visions