AM BLABBERING (But photos under the cut)

( Sometimes we find others in that darkness )

Partly for shanjee, "Every song has a CODA, a final movement. Whether it fades out or crashes away. Every song ends. Is that any reason not to enjoy the music? The truth is, there is nothing to be afraid of. It's just life." -Ellie, One Tree Hill (The Wind That Blew My Heart Away)

— Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything Is Illuminated)
But this - see here and here

Destruction capsules magnified ten times scatter across the sky. The metallic closeness of explosion stretches on the roof of your mouth. Then comes the pressure collapsing the throat, and the suffocating intention of permeating red. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay"; but this is the incessant oscillation between false-forever and finality.

In another instant, the dust will settle and the ashes of 70 million will lie below. The audacity of shutting your eyes, the offensiveness of the exclamation point; this is an unsettling loss. Such brevity does no justice to the gravity but there appears a futility of action except in the acknowledgment that logic and emotions should never be mutually exclusive.

(This is not intended to be comprehensible, this is my shape of feeling.)