When the darkness rolls in there isn’t much you can do but
turn your back. It will wait there patiently until the sun comes up to burn it
off. It comes like a cold wind and rustles the leaves. It laps and rises until it makes total its frigid embrace.
It is a force of nature that has nothing to do with individuals. It spreads far and wide as a civilization decays.
Some call it the black dog, some the black vulture. Its one virtue consists of the blank canvas it offers for creation. Its stark terribleness insists: create or die.
It is a force of nature that has nothing to do with individuals. It spreads far and wide as a civilization decays.
Some call it the black dog, some the black vulture. Its one virtue consists of the blank canvas it offers for creation. Its stark terribleness insists: create or die.
