The dreaming. The kind you do with your eyes open.
The long stare.
Sometimes there cannot be talking. I am ready to hold my words. Wait. Like Magnolia.
This mapping, the other side, perhaps is a way to explain some new thoughts. But not yet.
What interests me today is the stitches you don't see, cannot see, don't need to see. And how that is part of form and even identity.
The truth in not being sure.
That part of form.
That's it.
I think this is my last post of the year. With words. Maybe photos then, no comments. Let's take a break from trying to explain. See what form that takes.
Talk to you on the other side...
