Reading my labyrinth

30 photos I took at Parc del Laberint d’Horta, Barcelona, 2009

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"The storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."

From ‘Kafka on the Shore’ by Haruki Murakami

The labyrinth is often compared to entrails, which were used for divination in Mesopotamia. The mask of the Minotaur in the Ritual of the Labyrinth appears covered with intestines. A similar feature is found in representations of the Sumerian god Humbaba, linked with volcanic eruptions.

Paul Kekai Manansala at Sambali blogspot

I stand beside Cocytus, sickly stream,
the flood of lamentations and of grief.
I beg Thee, Ariadne, come to us!
Be welcome, Lady of the Labyrinth!
Accept this Water, flowing like Thy tears.

The Ritual of the Labyrinth, Ta Hiera Laburinthou by John Opsopaus