What to do with all of this beautiful crackling emptiness? It weighs down with such a momentous threat. How empty this vastness laid before me, like I had any moment at all to spare. As if linear time would allow for such indulgences.
If only I could travel and fill this empty slate of a mind so that it might not want for worry and regret. That it might not continually pace without peace in sight.
Let my self escape to the furthest clutches of the Earth, only to be greeted by an ever-expanding chasm to reach across time itself. Set ablaze by the immense continuity fed into motion by only irony. And even still...instilled with a vague and unpredictable sense of total and absolute chaos.
Here we all are, waiting for that last little push.
Drawing ever deeper within itself, the pressure builds and we gather forming unrecognizable lines and streaks and scribbles along a familiar background. And all of a sudden it all falls into place as if we had been utterly blind prior to this revelation.
Babylon had not seen such wonders.
Rome had not dreamt of such a perpetually unraveling window and veil.
Atlantis had never felt closer.
