It brought with it a confused migration. Somnambulant sailings that seemed bereft of rhyme or reason. A murmuration of one with no discernible course or branch to land upon. In the immediate weeks following his leaving, I came to realise that with loss comes a sense of feeling lost too. A subtraction on a subtraction, that leaves you deeper below the line. With his departure, it seemed that certainty and direction and trust in life’s solidity had stowed themselves in his closed hands and left with him. That with hegira comes husk; be it the hollowed homes of the exiled or the lives of those left behind by the departed.
All the praise you've been getting in the STSC is so well deserved. A truly philosophical meditation on loss, thank you for bringing us on the journey. Plus i learned a few new words, which is thrilling! Also, i'm now as much a fan of your photography as your writing.
All the praise you've been getting in the STSC is so well deserved. A truly philosophical meditation on loss, thank you for bringing us on the journey. Plus i learned a few new words, which is thrilling! Also, i'm now as much a fan of your photography as your writing.
Wonderful Huw, thanks for sharing
Beautifully written, very emotional piece. Plus, the quality of prose and the amount and depth of poetic images is striking👏