“.gathering.” by Michal Giedro

Do you ever feel like you’re wandering in a world of shadows, where memories and contemplations are as shadowy as wriaths that linger above the grass to haunt you? Where you’re forever seeking that golden goose–or swan–the one that’ll give you the break, the one that’ll solve your problems, the one that’ll grant your three wishes… But in a world of black and white, how can you distinguish a golden bird from a white one, or a gray, or a lime green? In a world of shadows, everything is molded upon a foundation of guesswork, of mystery, and of myth, and things are often not what they seem. There is no blaring red exit sign to light your way to a place of vibrancy, there are no tickets to trains that could take you to the world of color and consistency which you still remember. There are only the wanderings you do in the mists and the miasma, while you try to not merge into the faceless shapes of the memories surrounding you, and you try to follow the footsteps of the swans.

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