![]() ![]() You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. ![]() ![]() You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. “This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediately. ![]()
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