LOST IN SOLILOQUY, THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER POUNDS THE TABLE OF EXISTENTIALISM. BUT WHAT OF ME? WHERE IS THE BEACON THAT GUIDES THIS CONSCIENCE? IS IT NOT IN THE RENDERING OF MEANING THAT WE BREAK THE ENIGMA OF PURPOSE? JOURNEYING TO A PLACE WHERE TIME IS CIRCUMVENTED BY PRESENT TENSE… A VOICE INFERS IN GENTLE UNDERTONESContinue reading “VISIONS OF A LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER”
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THE FOG OF MEANING 