The 52 Weeks Project presents:
Logs I Have Known
An ongoing series of the 52 Weeks Project, wherein the pre-post-mortem portraits reveal secret tales of the unseen lives of the logs that surround us are laid bare, and unencumbered by fear of the fire that will will one day soon, engulf them in light and smoke.
It no longer grows, yet lives
It remains unheard, and yet obeyed
And we shall be clothed in light
Stories are the dreams we tell each other
Music made sweeter by one rotted note
Something has passed on
It shows us what fire can be
The beautiful thing about treasure, is that it exists.
We dream to waken
The void does not weaken, but watches
A state between forms