They are literal symbols. They represent the real thing, the thing that creates them, but shadows in themselves have no form. You cannot touch them. You can only feel them when they concur with an absence of heat.
In all reality, shadows are simply the absence of light. So, why do they mean so much to us?
I like my shadow because it keeps me company. It justifies my existence by constantly repeating--even emulating--my actions.
Why do you like your shadow?
No comments:
Post a Comment