always somewhere between a sunrise and a sunset; a constant becoming, no fixed locus my focus shifts as i reassemble my assemblage point in every instant.
you have taught me to be hollow, filled me up with the cynical notion that all i am is all i have seen, all i write a regurgitation of all i have been fed. and as down to the depths as this has taken me, the space i now find inside is luminous. i am dispersed on threads that fill the sky and i am here in the tips of my fingers as i type.
"often i have felt less like a person than a convenient intersection for ideas to meet and mesh" - Daniel Pinchbeck
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