We are mystified by the things around us, and we want to capture them to keep them forever.


The magical vibrations of water, how it runs lightly under your fingertips with the calm flow of rivers, yet mighty waves would sweep you away in ire, carrying your body into the sea.

The dancing colours of red, orange, yellow, white and blue. The speed it takes to run through flames without getting burned, before the fire catches you, how can man make such a creature that would bite its master?

The darkness that never existed, the darkness of not knowing, what things could lurk in dark places? Strange monsters, and furred beasts. If darkness is lack of light, must we have darkness inside us? You can’t catch darkness, but it can catch you, surrounding you in its smoke and how it runs only from light.

The same light that draws our eyes and lifts our heads higher, light that could blind us in its brightness and burn us in its warmth. This light in the north will dance across the night’s sky reflected in icicles and polar bear eyes.

The moving entities of other creatures all around us, how strongly we crave their touch, we wish to envelop them and possess them. To catch a bird and keep its song in a cage, to command a hound’s loyalty and to keep the love of a boy.

They could crush us, and we could crush them. We play with them, because we’re in love with danger and that which we don’t understand.