Ossian Brown – Haunted Air
I was somewhere else. I thought I was somplace but now I didn’t know what place. I seemed to be inside foreign worlds where there was some kind of troubling comraderie – as if a haunting joke was known to everyone but me and yet faintly I knew it too. I couldn’t pull away – it was like a magnet and there was beauty in it. Human creatures with the feeling of being turned strange and open to falling and glee – they seemed to have a glee for somehow stithcing a laugh to darkness.
All the clocks had stopped. A void out of time. And here they are – looking out and holding themselves still – holding still at that point where two worlds join – the familiar and the other.
David Lynch, from Haunted Air: A collection of anonymous Hallowe’en photographs, America c. 1875 – 1955, Ossian Brown.