On The Brink Of The Unknown
Man is always, all the time and forever, on the brink of the unknown. The minute you realise this, you prick your ears in alarm. And the minute any man steps alone, with his whole and naked self, emotional and mental, into the everlasting hinterland of consciousness, you hate him and you wonder over him. Why can’t he stay cosily playing word games around the camp fire?
Photograph taken in Mangotsfield, Bristol, May 2018.