This is the new Logo – love it!
This is the prompt:
I’ve gone with a slightly Joycean angle here – what do you think?
The melted hours reminded no one of everything that hadn’t happened.
Fingers of the dead crept back to their grave, crawling over coffinwood that was reclaimed from another’s resting place. The forgetting of truth and the death of honesty lay in the golden cradle, Yggdrasil reaching to the pagan virtue that was left smouldering above, the firmament walling in the hurt with plaster and lathe crucifixes.
No one gives a candle to the dead any more, to the burned out soul, to the needy. How much we forget in the space of so little time.
The unquiet dead are ours.
Be seeing you!