Image is seen through a car's driver side rear view mirror. The sun shows intense rays on the side and the enlarged face in the windshield of the following car seems sad and pensive. I reflect the sense of being over someone by having passed them by, viewing them only in hindsight... The contrast between what should be seen ahead (totally dark) and the bright sunlight in the background seems to indicate that the future is less important than the past, that all things will be seen in hindsight alone.
Your description is lovely and I really dig the roughness of the image in the mirror, works really well with the concept of past and future.
Awesome shot.
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"Almost immediately he dreamt of a beating heart. He dreamt it as active, warm, secret, the size of a closed fist, a garnet colour in the penumbra of a human body as yet without face or sex; with minute love he dreamt it, for fourteen lucid nights."
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Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it. Each day we will feature 5 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article.
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Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it.
Each day we will feature 5 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article. In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
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We make ourselves a place apart / Behind light words that tease and flout / But oh, the agitated heart / Till someone find us really out
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No trees were killed in the sending of this message.
However, a large number of electrons were terribly
agitated.
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Just when you thought it was safe...
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No trees were killed in the sending of this message.
However, a large number of electrons were terribly
agitated.
+nIkhiL
Your description is lovely and I really dig the roughness of the image in the mirror, works really well with the concept of past and future.
Awesome shot.
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"Almost immediately he dreamt of a beating heart. He dreamt it as active, warm, secret, the size of a closed fist, a garnet colour in the penumbra of a human body as yet without face or sex; with minute love he dreamt it, for fourteen lucid nights."
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Just when you thought it was safe...
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we hope that you choke...
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Just when you thought it was safe...
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