At night in the mountains I don't trust the darkness. Even with a full moon. The light and dark oversimplify the way the silhouettes of mountains grip me. Trying to explain myself I had to work with a gradient. You can make a house out of gray boards. It's the best protection against night. It makes its own reason. It's also a practical shelter. The brain is a muscle but what is wood? Patterns, I guess. Can you find the moth?
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