Standing on the edge

Description Sonce je sijalo in sirene so tulile. Nebo je bilo modro, skoraj brez oblacka. Pod svetlorumenim soncem sva tekla po cesti, ko naju je objel prvi blisk, sva padla. Pa tako lep dan je bil, prevec lep za smrt. Lezala sva v krvi, sredi rdecega zraka in ognja. Lezala pod soncem, razzarjenim, rdecim, neresnicnim Sredi obzorja, zavitega v dim. Sredi prvega dneva vojne, vojne. Pa tako lep dan je bil, prevec lep za smrt. Tvoj strah in zadnji dih, drgetanje in jok. Bliza se smrt, smrt in…

This is just a quick render trying to recreate a reference image I found online.

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“I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.”

This powerful image by Dimitar Variysky immediately stirs up all kinds of emotions. As a tiny speck of a man stands on the edge of a massive, raging

envyavenue: “On the Edge”

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