“The same urge that leads us to mistake idiom for Word leads us to create a philosophical unconscious by repressing the origins of our concepts.”
-H. L. Hix-
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Day: October 4, 2012
As empty as a room filled with light
as prompted by Friday Fictioneers / Madison-Woods
How quiet the morning. How light, though the flashlight remained still on the table. Everything in its place, nothing to ruffle it undone anymore. A morning in which the air had presence, its emptiness. A sea near. He thought to make coffee. Thought to stir things up a bit. Suspected he should act or behave, carry on with routines, open blinds, crack eggs. He could not. Could only stand in this all-too-familiar entrance to morning, and realize. Realize, as empty as the air filled with hazy light, empty as the counters without clutter, that where she had gone she would never return.
N Filbert 2012
