Lines in the dust
Careening toward an imaginary momentary end, and perhaps that’s why we measure time so we can create distance between and away from the fractures of life, the disappointments of what once seemed so promising, what glistened but has been buried in the sediment of time. We imagine clarity is gained through the experience of crossing imaginary boundaries, of the lines we draw in the dust, even as it settles, even as it falls around the fingertip which delineates the moment we wish to separate from the moment we find ourselves still entertaining, still attempting to shape. We fill these spaces, […]