Ggu:ll - <unsigned>
Ggu: ll is the vessel of the lost. A means of staring into the empty sockets of suffering. Enduring the lack of meaning and ground. Enduring defeat and loss.
It is a haven for those who are thrown into the world screaming. A return to safety, while recuperating and re-finding your Self in the solace that the company of equals brings. Sharing the anchor of loneliness and the fear of being in the world.
The wasteland is vast and grand. A twisted plain, where every attempt at perspective and enlightenment ends up in studying your own shadow. The scorching light has us turning our backs. Thrown screaming, we make ourselves known as of the first breath. Condemned to studying our own shadow, we gaze upon the darkness. Lost.