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[image] Looking onto the front stoop of Artiste Gullible's home. A package has been left on the doorstep.
[text] I have no control over where I am going. A fact that is made abundantly clear in the pages of this journal. I have no control of the when; although this little twist of space is only as relevant as what comes before it, what comes after its passing, and in what particular where I happen to be sitting.
Regardless of this; possibly in spite of this, I built a house into the side of a mountain. It started as a cave; a chance discovery during a remarkably long winded storm that lingered over the Virginia highlands an eon ago. Over the years, or the millennia, depending on your point of view, I have made improvements to this home. I added on here and there, and with the help of myself, both coming and going, young and old, I have crafted a refuge in time.
I often send packages to myselves, from my various where, and whens, to my various here and nows. A sweet reminder that there is no place (or time) like home.
[text] I have no control over where I am going. A fact that is made abundantly clear in the pages of this journal. I have no control of the when; although this little twist of space is only as relevant as what comes before it, what comes after its passing, and in what particular where I happen to be sitting.
Regardless of this; possibly in spite of this, I built a house into the side of a mountain. It started as a cave; a chance discovery during a remarkably long winded storm that lingered over the Virginia highlands an eon ago. Over the years, or the millennia, depending on your point of view, I have made improvements to this home. I added on here and there, and with the help of myself, both coming and going, young and old, I have crafted a refuge in time.
I often send packages to myselves, from my various where, and whens, to my various here and nows. A sweet reminder that there is no place (or time) like home.
I like the little workmen.
They actually link back to a previous installment, The Edwardian Collective. At some point I will cross index some of these stories who’s paths cross.
Thanks for the comment.