Taking Pictures of the SkyTaking Pictures of the SkyTaking Pictures of the Sky
Yesterday I stopped taking pictures of the sky. I didn’t really want to – sky gazing was my safety blanket – but I know now that it was the right thing to do. For too long now I have been lying on my back staring up at the blue – staring at nothing. It’s a nice feeling, just lying, looking, feeling the ground safely under my body. But I have stopped now and I won’t be looking up again.
Now that I have looked at the sky for long enough I’ve realised how fake it really is – merely a tight blanket of blue and grey pulled over our eyes; not magical, not mysterious, a façade. I used to lie
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