November 17, 2020
There will be something we find between the two of us collecting our union in the crush of two points becoming one on the flow. The river is always flowing. One joins the flow or not. One has purpose or not. One has a dream perhaps. How that which bonded the two of us to the past on a kaleidoscope of landscapes photo-flashed for a postcard, is the idiosyncratic die cast for the one. We've made the choice. Into the future we're inexorably taken, as we take the future with us. What we find will never be found again.