Sunday 7 September 2008

Ireland, day 3: Kilkenny

(as yet untitled)

From the cliff edge, you discern your reflection sixty feet below: and it beckons. You call yourself down, into the sea; your face appears neither eager for the dive nor sorrowing toward suicide. Its very casualness seduces, implies that a step into air would entail no more danger than a step over ground. Memorise this image, that expression. This is your destroying angel, and yes, sometimes he wears your face.


  1. Anonymous12:06 am

    interesting concept
    was there an event/person that brought you to the precipice?

  2. Thanks for your comment. No, I was just pursuing further this idea of a destroying angel, what its nature/character would be.