A place for little things, a place where time has its own times and space its own spaces. Free from hypertrophies, the swelling illnesses of the self-indulgent egos. Free from the prejudiced denials. Distress and foreboding aren’t roaming the streets with indecent voraciousness. Possibilities outgrowing their shell. But it’s still too early to confidently surrender to this encouraging and tender benevolence.
Tag: hope
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Steadily drawing nearer
The feeling is sort of alienating and bizarrely reassuring. You don’t have anything to do with your environment anymore. You don’t have to cope. What seemed so aggravating a little time ago seems so distant now. People are merging in the background. Their forms are silhouettes taken from postcards or pictures in magazines, from vehicles going somewhere else. Places acquire a strange dimension. Details ignored for decades start to form a distinctive image before the eye. Everything becomes in a sense peculiar.