The In Between Spaces

I voyaged into the spaces between things and encountered an invisible force that felt as a river washing me away. I: Invisible force, how do you exist in a space like this? The invisible force responded thus: To you I am nothing but a strange magic. I: There is no

I’ve been gone for a time, fellow travelers, wandering the aether. From irrational beginnings, we take our first steps into strange worlds. Pieces of ourselves can be found strewn about. We struggle for meaning. The journey continues… Meaning is a marathon. It is nurtured, found in fragments not wholes.