“Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp’d no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. VII (via tenebrasamplecti)
My name is Katie Harper. I'm a Western Massachusetts-based freelance photographer, writer, dreamer, paranormal researcher, historian, esotericist, taphophile and part-time cat herder.
I spend most of my life behind a camera lens. These are my observations, unabridged.
You can contact me at contentiousreality[at]gmail[dot]com
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."
-Philip K. Dick
