Thursday, November 19, 2020

What is in the distance? What lies between here and there?

I have arisen, and at the end of the day I will rest. This day is clay, all I have.

Let me fashion objects of use that may awaken others. Let me give away all I make; none will last the night, and I will rise reborn each day with nothing.

What is in the distance? What lies between here and there?

(Letter #2,140)