In the small hours of my third morning without sleep, a meditative calm broke through the phrenic electrical storm that had been raging within my mind, my soul, my very being. Harborage – Sweet sanctuary! Like a softly spoken refrain or gentle elysian repose.
I probed this new-found peace with the apprehension of a blind man’s tentative reach in the unknown quiet.
‘Into the White’ was created from this silence. It is an expression of introspection.
A mindscape of white.
The fragile void.