: a roughness of the skin produced by erection of its papillae especially from cold, fear, or a sudden feeling of excitement
“MIDWAY upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost…”
This work and Dante’s, getting nowhere, we realize that we are lost in the dark wood of meaning, that we have lost our way, that there is no right way, that we can try it 45 different ways and we’re still stuck trying to get started in medias res along the journey of our life, half way.
Where are we going? What is this hell, this language, this meaning?
Artwork by others, shared with admiration.
Such an eerie and beautiful feeling.
by Al Filreis
