Inside the black box, a wall behind above and below
Before my eyes, gradient grey infinity extended to a tiny black point
A figure draped in white growing silence and grey hair sat unreachable, unblinking, in the distance before me
Behind it was an Exit sign
All my heart’s pieces heard was an thunderous echo
Woe unto all loving ones who have not an elevation which is above their pity. Thus spake the devil unto me, once on a time: “Ever God hath his hell: it is his love for man.”
And lately did I hear him say these words: “God is dead: of his pity for man hath God died.”
~Zarathustra, II., The Pitiful.
Nowhere left to look & chasing the the shadow of the mountain I once called home.
Filmed on Haleakala’s peak to ocean floor, Maui HI