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An Ode to madness.
My madness and the madness of it all.
Heavy laden with imagery of asylums: peep-holes, padded cells, the flaky run down institutional green of hospital walls.
This is my ode to other realities, other ways to see and to be seen. This is an ode to people who have stepped beyond, who crossed over and who have touched the face of God and who have winked slyly at the Devil, now finding it hard to find the road back home.
It's good to remember. If only to know which roads not to walk down again.
My madness and the madness of it all.
Heavy laden with imagery of asylums: peep-holes, padded cells, the flaky run down institutional green of hospital walls.
This is my ode to other realities, other ways to see and to be seen. This is an ode to people who have stepped beyond, who crossed over and who have touched the face of God and who have winked slyly at the Devil, now finding it hard to find the road back home.
It's good to remember. If only to know which roads not to walk down again.