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One day there comes the darkness. It takes the shape of figures, pictures and objects. It absorbs light, brings confusion and anxiety. It is hard to name it and even harder to see. Darkness is emerging from the inside and overflowing into reality. Sometimes it is an explosion and sometimes only a shadow line, a feeling, melancholy. An explosion of fear and anger, a feeling of loss, melancholy, that remains after what’s gone. It lies within small things, in simple everyday activities. In figures of the imagination and in dreams: in waking dreams and in those, to which we have no access. We slowly tame it, learn to live with it, patiently waiting for it to tame us.