i've just woke-up after sleeping 3hours.like i said,i'll try to comment your textes,although i'm not very good at it and i don't really enjoy doing it(2years ago i was selected to a literary circle to comment people's textes-that's why i dind't go anymore at that circle-and maybe,of course,i'm a little shy and i don't like people to have such expectations from me).
u use myths,u belive in archetypes,in symbols(moon,wolf,raven,bat).the man in your textes has no power,he only has his thoughs,that really can not help him.he's trying to find a meaning,he's torturing himself spining around circles.he feeds with thoughts and fears.the sadness has no ending,maybe that's why life is infinite.he's trying to escape by writing.everything hurts(the colours,the fog)and the pain is organic(all's reflecting in his body).the man is defending himself with contrary reactions(he laughs in Salt and rocks).emil cioran once said that in pain we go to origins-your characters talks even about sperm.another example:"a man and a woman scarcely running around"(Adam and Eve?)
also,he set against a new building,which is old(archetyp).
still,i think your man still hopes:"so where are you?".
people remains numbers,another obsessive.
take care my friend and don't let thoughts cover you(we are not only reason,but also spirit and body (Pavel apostle said).
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