All we ever talk of is light— let there be light, there was light then, good light—but what I consider dawn is darker than all that. So many hours between the day receding and what we recognize as morning, the sun cresting like a wave that won’t break over us—as if  light were protective, as if  no hearts were flayed, no bodies broken on a day like today. In any film, the sunrise tells us everything will be all right. Danger wouldn’t dare show up now, dragging its shadow across the screen. We talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is. Maggie Smith gm, dreamers with "Linear twist" - withought the darkness, there's no light🖤🤍

Stop scrolling through static, dreamers ❤️‍🔥What frequency are you vibrating at? RESONANCE, initial photography + interactive piece with 10 harmonics, winner takes it all⬇️ #TEZOSTUESDAY