Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Songs from the Phenomenal Nothing

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


Cloudia said...

Thank You

Bill said...

Very interesting--- These really do grab me.

Fram Actual said...

I began reading the words beneath the photographs, quickly slowed, read the first sentence again, then proceeded very slowly, one word at a time, absorbing them. A bit of disappointment came at the end when I discovered you had not written them, Daliana. The text certainly complemented and seemed to meld into the photographs, and I easily envisioned you projecting the photographs into words.

I am not familiar with the author or his novels, but I have been to his world before and think I have moved past it to the next level .... although, I might change my name to Kafka.

The photographs mostly are stark and many portray environments in which I would not take up residence, although I enjoy and appreciate seeing them from a safe distance .... and, the reflections and the overlays create stunning portraits .... and ....

ruma said...

Admiration to your beautiful world.

I wish You all the best.
Greeting and hug.

From Japan, ruma ❃