April 7, 2020
Sure, the passage of time marks its space firmly in your legacy. How could it not? You've made a long trek. Where you are is not where you were. Is this bad? Are you sad? Did you not get what you thought you would like a disgruntled kid on Christmas morning, feeling dissed, ignored, beaten and abused? The extremes are extant. They have a place. They mark the boundaries, beyond which there's an uncertainty that both baffles and intrigues. We don't get to see this place. Will we ever see it, be there, living inside it? Good question. Your roll.