Storey Art.
Midnight, let it begin.
4/6/22
Midnight, Let it begin.
This is a letter to you. Reawaken your struggle. Your sanity gives. Known for better. And unforgiving. We all long for better. Just breathe. Breathe. Just breathe.
“Resilience in a shattered world.”
This life I excel I’ve got to hold on. I’m not safe. She possesses lost. Desperate. Devoted.
“Open your understanding.”
If plans go ahead. Gods carve more. The heights were in the south of Hawick. They had pledged development that would generate operational life. Are you with me? To their unique masteries. We form.
“Behold creatures pitiable and grotesque.”
“Are we sinking?” The stronger your connection, to each is. “It’s my fucking soul.” Just breathe.
“You’ve awakened him, but you know nothing of him yet. Depraved creatures waiting in mist. You’ve kept me waiting.”
They derive glimpses by the window.
South.
Find.
Slash, thud, smear, formula. Pattern.
One Stop. 99p Dark Berry Tango and free yoghurts. Bite your tragedy. I'd rather reign in hell.
“The night will only tear us apart, so put your arms around me.”
Glimpses by the window.
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions.
6 x 4
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