I Knew You Then (IV)
Eventually, for those who return to gravity’s hold, the echoes stop stirring, the vertigo allays, the disorientation becomes unfamiliar, and the world and space they once left returns to its familiar comfort. What is left is the memory of existing, for a finite moment, in a completely different reality. It is the kind of memory that sometimes weaves itself into dreams, sometimes forces wandering thoughts to recall the splendor of the experience, and is sometimes the revelry that ends a day. The walls begin to collapse outward, the barren lights which create the shadows, the fans which conjure the breezes, […]