The Sun Is Setting.

the sun is setting.

of course, i mean this metaphorically:

as in an era is ending;

as in the sadness is encroaching;

as in the last vibrant display

rebelling against the dark.

but also, i mean this literally:

as in, i stand with you

and watch the colours dance

over the silver gum

while the roos weave around us.

and maybe

this externalised sunset can outshine

my internalised one

(but maybe it’s just you)

i’m sure it’s been said before but i think what i love the most about guerilla filmmaking is building a community of friends that make art as an act of rebellion. telling the stories that matter to us, in spite of the obstacles.

you will never ever guess what new media I just got into (I am unable to be normal about this)

Came back wrong this, came back monstrous that

What if they came back loving? What if they came back in love. What if the necromancy worked and you cheated death and it's everything you've ever wanted, but now they love you in a way they never did before and you cannot know if that is because they finally know the lengths you are willing to go for them, or because something in this deathless magic bound their soul to yours to guide them home and it left them no. choice.

got a light, hero boy?