Day 30: Behold the village of glass.
Each pane has its own story. Some seem happier than others. The cracked ones at the bottom, have they had a hard life, or were they simply the adventurous ones, traveling out of the village at night, after the light had moved on? Those vines/weeds/trees, are they curious neighbors? Friends? Voyeurs? Art?
We do not know, but we can speculate, by row, by column, by tic-tac-toe, throwing darts or taking a dream pill that will show us the way without words.
This last thought is tempting. To remove the words and let the picture speak for itself.
But that dark shape, that thing in the village, at the heart, at the center, at the belly of the village… it will not rest. You have seen it, have you not? And now it sees you.
Photograph courtesy of Alex Markovich, who took this fabulous photograph. He’s a talented photographer living in Russia, and has generously offered his photos for free.