Reflections

Shorter pieces. One thought, followed as far as it goes, and no further.

There is a gap. It is not empty, and it is not mystical. It is simply where you are when nothing is being said.

Imagine a week in which no one saw you. Not hidden — simply unobserved. Notice what you would stop doing.

The hour when the arguments do not work. Traditions treat it as an affliction. It may be closer to an appointment.