The surreal and sometimes horrific art of Peter Mohrbacher.
Just. Does anyone else remember playing this game? It was one of the first computer games I played, because we owned a Commodore 128, ahah. And nobody ever knows what I’m talking about.
wood nymph/forest faery photo set #1
When you are most homesick, inexplicably
for some places you’ve never even lived,
an unexpected ocean breeze salts the heavy air,
It says: your happiness will return to you
like the prodigal son, having spent
your inheritance of expectations extravagantly,
but ready now to do the work of joy.
The signs of life gather themselves in any darkness.
It’s a rebirth, a rebuilding, of what was never really destroyed.
In what is its own kind of starlight,
a thousand bright minds flicker on,
our imaginations like flashlights,
searching for a path,
blinking in the dark.