For: Henrik Johnsson.
The illimitable blackness of an alien sea greets my inner vision, a void unseen by any other eyes. This sea, this vast abyssal depth, awaits within: it is mine. For no other knows any of its secrets. It fills me, yet can never be filled; it hungers, yet not for meat or milk; it thirsts, yet with a thirst that can never be quenched. Nothing has ever crawled from its depths, as of yet, wearing my mask as its face to face the world. It is my sea, my emptiness and despair, my hollowness and abyss.
PJ Ryan
love the dark mysterious and ethereal feel to this …