Showing posts with label James Vincent McMurrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Vincent McMurrow. Show all posts

Friday, 31 October 2014

Haunted

Imagine the worst kind of haunting... a persistent memory that won't leave - a person, a place, a feeling - a veritable ghost. Maybe at first a comfort, then a dull ache, a sharp pain, a fear, a fate.

Loss and grief and regret and guilt make good torture. Yes, lots of that.


'And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing...'



'purge the soul...'