| | | stairwell | | | | "To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality."
~Friedrich Nietzche
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 | Probably my favorite of the series. When I am drawn to a photo, I sometimes sit and try to figure out why.... What is at the top of the stairs and around the corner? What will I see when I walk into that big empty room - a lost sneaker in the middle of the floor, pigeons that have made themselves a new home,maybe an empty tuna can that a stray cat licked clean? Will I sense its past, its unpleasant memories, its darkness in the bright sunlight. Or… what if it’s a magical world full of adventures? Do I run up the stairs or do I crawl? and the peeling paint. Why is that so haunting? I would hug a birch tree that has layers peeling off of it. These walls have layers of history slowly being peeled away. I think I'm gonna run halfway up, stop and then slowly crawl the rest of the way to the top and see what's there… Wait, how the heck did I even end up in this building??!!!! Hours later I started thinking, "why am I so focused on whats at the top of the stairs and around the corner? Its pitch black behind me! Wouldn't someone run away from the darkness and into the light?" But in this place at the bottom of these stairs, I am present. I'm learning to accept the dark places that my mind sometimes calls on me to visit, because sometimes we have no choice but to answer. I'm going to walk up the stairs. | -- Melanie, 10/28/11
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