~my Second Life adventures in writing and photos~
‘Tis that time of year
again, be a-feared
quiver and quake
shiver and shake
the veil between
the seen and unseen
is tearing again
into tatters and shreds
as one world is bled
and seeps into the other
to claim the unclaimed
souls without names
the walking undead,
despairing, the dread,
breathless the screams
unravel from dreams
severed the veins
that trickle, that stain
there’ll be no escape
from this your wake
now all you can do
is wait.
I’m coming out of the cupboard because autumn is here, my favourite time of the year, definitely my favourite season.
I can’t say I am missing those baking hot days of summer, being of vampire skin, i.e. burns easily, I for one am pleased we’ve lost more than a few degrees as autumn, or Fall, depending on your preference, seeps into our days and our bones. Yes, it’s chilly, yes it’s a bit damp, yes it’s a bit more breezy and yes, possibly a bit more rain but not actually worse than summer rain as when we had it just made for flooding. So I welcome autumn with open arms as I always do.
And SL is all over autumn too, well, mostly. Or perhaps just where I visit as if you’re in the southern hemisphere then I know it’s not autumn for you but the beginnings of spring. Isn’t that just weird, you think, being on the same planet and yet here we are having not just different seasons but polar opposite ones. But I guess that’s what the poles are there for, to be poles apart. So now, as in RL I seek out Autumn in SL where also the colours are just so vivid and alive, even though technically they symbolize a slowing down, even death, as leaves change colour and drop to the ground to dry shrivel and decay, or get squirrelled, or wormed, away by worms underground, as that’s what worms do. Although I have to see if that’s also true in SL: do worms sneak leaves underground?
In fact, is there even an underground in any real sense in SL? We talk all the time about the ‘sea’ or the gap between sims where nothing exists, the Void Ocean, as it’s called, but rarely do we think about what’s under our feet. A bit like RL really, few ever wonder about what they’re walking on and what goes on down there which is just as much or even probably far more than what goes on above ground. An entire world out of sight and out of mind.
Anyway, here are some photos of my SL autumn travels. I hope to post more over the season, at least before winter gets a fingerhold.
~x Anan
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| dark liaisons |
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