In a sleep-deprived state I’m attempting to find something in these photos, hoping to extract some truth or commentary but instead merely tumbling over words. Light and dark. Stone and chain. Shadows. And here it keeps landing me, without a particularly strong connection, at the allegory of the cave.
I’m not a philosopher (and less of a writer with each passing day), but this parable is so firmly planted in my subconscious I’m obliged to allow it occasional attention. If nothing else, it launches me into wild trails of thought. I miss idly chasing ideas. I’m busy and tired, and I complain too much. Because I’m not unhappy – quite the opposite, actually.
I’m just staring directly into the sun without taking the time to acclimate to the light.