The Body, A Glass, What Time?


It takes a great deal of strength to remain upright when the weight of reality works to knock you unstable – More when you’ve come across a treasure so rare it’s like looking for water in the Atacama desert, only to cut anchor; traveling far away in hopes of returning not to the same spot, but to anything near the previous moment. You could have drank. Instead, you thought about drinking. Now you remain parched
– IV

The sailor, the traveler, the adventurer, the gardener, the priest, the thief, the warrior, the explorer, the assassin, the trader, the craftsman, the bard, the kind, the fool… All of them seek, what they already have.

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