Can't help linking thoses three sloping embankments and their rejected unions with so much of what I read about these days...triumvirates that cannot agree, cannot compromise...and the ash falls, and the growth becomes strangulated...and stops. I read this as a subtle commentary on the ways of the world...and perhaps a sense of exasperation with the promise of the sweet grass that fills with thorns so quickly...


Exit light...
Enter night...
Take my hand...
We're off to never-never land...

Welcome to...The Maelstrom...