the lure of empty places: round two
the map of places we know.
the world is full of secrets and sometimes i imagine the universe is being pulled apart by a mysterious force that unravels all we know of space and time. and in this unknitting of life in minutes and seconds, places and textures, the collision of years make a place for me. i reach my hands up high to the left, and behind to the right. i jump, frantically grabbing all the places, textures, sound and seconds, holding them in my arms until they cascade to the floor.
i am a sieve. i am a collector. i am a detective. i am a storyteller. i am.
and after i have looked at them, listened to their stories with sincere intensity, swallowed their colors until satiated, translated their language, i place them like collages on my floor and begin sewing the map of places we know.
read round one here:
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