Heavy Weightlessness and All that Jazz[1]
The winter solstice: the instant when the weight of memories completes an implosion, as in the ending of a black hole’s growth, and initiates a holistic explosion of new found hope, when the primordial inchoate gives birth to the entirety of the possible.
It happens annually, how unusual. I wonder what the primal winter solstice was like and what the ultimate one will reflect.
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2010; all rights reserved
Guillermo Calvo Mahé 