Saturday, July 4, 2009

weatherworn top of hill house

weatherworn, originally uploaded by hkvam.

This house faces the road in the right direction; down the hill is to the left of the photo, leading to the other house. This one I never enter in my dream. I go up there in search of him. He is the one I want and he wants me too: he's elusive, sometimes available. I have to search vigilantly for him. The times I find him, he is sometimes in need of reassurance, sometimes love, sometimes understanding or holding.
Is he my work, my career, a real man, my animus?

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