I remember tripping on acid, standing next to the shadow of a tree and being absolutely positive that a lack of light created nothingness, and that I could step through its shadow.
So true! I often miss the way I looked at shadows with more intrigue and fascination as a boy. I suppose I could say that about a lot of things now, but I can still remember the feeling!
just saw Diane's illustration for this... awe man, what a sweet story! as an adult 'tho.. sometimes i find myself admiring my tiny shadows. funny how time changes perspective :/
