horse—an illustration

"During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, 
when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, 
on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; 
and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, 
within view of the melancholy House of Usher. 


I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, 
a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. ... "

The beginning of "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allen Poe
Illustration: Alexander Fredés/2012 

falling down

from the time when esthetics were not important,

when design were nothing to think of,

only the urgent needs of having shelter,

nothing human, only a shelter.

now, when times had passed by,

when people need not only a shelter

but, a place to live,

the house built in a hurry 

looses its motive

it has become ugly.

now, it's time to fell it down.

it becomes suddenly a ruin,

it looks as a picture taken in Berlin after the war

it looks like a fallen church, a monument that nobody wants.

the images against the dark sky

and strong brightness become like chapels

monuments of the pass.

ph; © alexander fredés/2012