“Language is a thing: it is a written thing, a bit of bark, a sliver of rock, a fragment of clay in which the reality of the earth continues to exist.”
Getting back into A swing of things, I’ve missed the past couple of prompts for the wonderful mixed company of creatives that take part in the Friday Fictioneers (yes, please DO join us!). So here’s to restarting refreshed…
So this is our journey. No way out of it. Bound together, bound apart, bounded in. We call it “Situation.” Shared in common. Held by circumstance. Anything might bow us, but both will be effected. The cords behind, some measures of rest, and whatever comes next – it all impacts the song. Lucky for an other – no sound can be heard if there is only one, if our strings never touch. Though sometimes cross and crossed over, at others we vibrate one another to the sweetest hum. It happens together in our ever-bordered context – the space of our entanglement.
N Filbert 2013
Another year, a decade or a lifetime - sooth your body eternally
Macro and micro opinions on humans, their culture, politics and science
Wanderings & observations
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
-the near-unconsciousness of possible meanings -
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Information hygiene for the Covid-19 infodemic
Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar. Wayfarer, there is no way. You make a way as you go. (Antonio Machado)