And then, like most of the times she went down that road of thought, things started lighting up. Rays filtered through the smog like tentacles – and a quite intangible hope infected the darkness with its resolution. She never knew where these urges to ‘move forward’ came from. Their source eluded her – but she knew they were there somewhere, just as mysterious and uncontrollable as the darkness. Treacles of light had unwittingly penetrated these dark alleyways in her thinking. Illumination came slowly, but it was undeniable.

– Adelheid Manefeldt –

Ph : Katia Chausheva

And what delights can equal those

that stir the spirit’s inner deeps,

when one that loves but knows not, reaps a truth from one that loves and knows?

– Alfred Tennyson – In Memoriam

Ph : Settimio Benedusi

… whichever way this went, they’d have scars from this night.

Scars and scabs and things which could not be spoken. And that made her feel utterly hopeless.

– Adelheid Manefeld –

Ph : Luke Geoffrey