The gravity distributed by this single ‘The Falls’ by NIC POOL is Einsteinian. It’s like a description of a ‘death’ – a ‘death’ of a soul, a mind, an attitude that once was ‘true’.
Once you’re in, you can’t get out. It sucks you in, as the gravitational pull from that black-hole, invites you to a certain destruction.
Maybe we feel a bit vulnerable today.
Maybe we feel a bit emboldened to say ‘f*ck it’ today.
Maybe we feel a bit discouraged.
“Lift your crying eyes, and lift your head. Don’t let the mascara run down your face. You’re much prettier, without that happening.”
“I’m sick and tired of being angry at God. I see angels where they don’t belong, slithering head-first down the length of my neighbor’s roof. Petrichor, wild long hair. In the winter light, every waterfall was you. In other words, the sound never stops. Longing claws around in me, blue-tipped, with a face like an artificial flower. It’s cold as hell but I’ll tell it to you straight. I would’ve loved you in the fold, in the falls, I would’ve loved you.” – Nic Pool.