a journey from obscurity

Shouting into the Void

Where do you go to when there is nowhere to go? I was stationary in this eternal void. Shouting in silence. I was a contradiction. These words make me think they are what should have been when there was nothing. A rolling expanse of land unfolds before my eyelids, the screen fading into nothing. Was I interested in the screen or the words that occupy it? These words turned form object into letter. Physical into conceptual. Reality was nothing more than a pinprick in the dark, slightly vague but terribly sharp.

I was being led on a journey and one which would fill my minds eye with images, colour and need. would you be kind enough to accompany me and my experiment with the writen word?