Or.... The dark night.
I talked before about Black Swans here.
Those times when I am alone with just one of my daughters and a conversation takes place.
Last night it was one of those nights.
The subject of our conversation was death.
I did NOT bring up the subject but was relentlessly forced back to it, over and over.
Is my daughter a Goth? An Existentialist? A Nihilist?
Yes and no.
She is a four year old. Same thing.
p.s. I had nightmares all night.
Photo by Luigi Arcangeli.