"I know your silence, the unreliable nature of words that cannot describe the last echo of feeling that lingers still, even when the dark has worn away. When merciful morning brings a visceral light that renders all the uncried tears straining within you into gold. This is the alchemy of sorrow, of sadness, of loss. Don’t believe all those wrong mythologies my love, you are not fallen. You are a glorious and beautiful chimera; in the interminable dark, in the eloquence of silence, you reassembled all your broken parts into a creation more divine, more whole than that which was before. I want to know your scars; they are the map of your life, let me find you. Beloved, don’t hide those cracks from me; not only is it how the light gets in, my darling it’s also how your light shines out."
2nd - 26th September
81 Baker Street