ah, whilst walking round this bend, rocky chips are tossed at me,
coming from many many directions. straight on or waggling off. up or
downwards, however be. who’s out there anyway? what’s that for? you
inclement prick. i try to only acknowledge it, not to get angry or mad
at something i am not able to understand. but i am mad, and my face is
getting blue with crimson dots and blurry splashes. as for
consolation, i was whispered by some divine entity and it turned clear
that absolute permanence is absurd. and grace itself yields but
nothing. bless those who are under an overcast sky, for they soon will
see the light. bless the upswing that is to come. bless the downswing
too, if gravity is to be embraced and cherished. alleluia, alleluia.
Pedro Campos is the photographer who will join 
you every thursday at lundagard.net with his photo column.
He is studying human ecology at Lund university, and has previously exhibited works in Lisbon, Braga and Trbovlje (Slovenia).
