When I arrived in Glasgow, I started the trip by visiting Necropolis and ended the day in The Lighthouse. I was awed by the city gloom, the architecture of the city of the dead, and the lifeless ambiance. To some extent, The Lighthouse was empty but charming. I could feel the dullness of the void. Yet, I could also embrace the beauty of the spiral staircase. Most importantly, the silence reminded me of mortality.
These elements really fill the hollow of the Lighthouse from top to bottom or vice versa, depending on your perspective.
Ignatius Primadi is a mundane and reflective writer who enjoys visual poetry and has written personal poems since 2008. Fond of romanticism, his imagination is influenced by music, photography and science.