The Mysterious, the Ominous–Whatever You Like
You know, I haven’t done a speculative entry for months now. Partly because I don’t know what to write half the time (which is the charm I suppose). The other part? I don’t always feel like pulling inane drivel from between the air molecules. It’s not as easy as it seems either.
But this quote illustrates an idea I’ve been grasping at for the past year (since the Enigmatic Monster Project began).
Dark nights. Dark in a suggestive way, meaning full of intent. Out of the ordinary. Not just the absence of light . . .
When is darkness more than just the lack of light? (When is a door not a door?)
It seems that the more I think about the smaller things, the larger they become. Simple things become ambiguous. And yet the world still turns.