the melancholy of twilight
the melancholy of twilight
that moment when all the worlds
of my past present future self
collide in the tolling of the evening bell
telling all the souls & wanderers
of the world: my dearest
it’s getting dark.
don’t you think it’s time
to go home now?
I made this film poem today, with a film I took yesterday of the sunday night evening bell, and my jewelry dangling by the window. somehow, twilight always evokes an unnamable melancholy in me — that of stillness, and solitude, and longing. I must have felt it as a child. I feel it now, almost thirty.