Friday Fictioneers – April 19, 2013
We move in, we move out – forging a network in lieu of an origin. Seekers in search of a source. Our tunneling leads to more tunnels and caves – enclosures disclosing. Disclosures enclosing – we seesaw in dialogue. We create and we seek. We call it the Realm of the Conduits – we guess and infer, hungry for meaning. Communicating by movement, we follow and lead, listen and hum. When sharing we shove through the space. We sense we’re on shifty smooth ground. To call it a world does not matter. The question is how we might meet.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
Nice one!
Thanks John
Love your Realm of Conduits. ” …forging a network in lieu of an origin…” was just one of the lines that spoke to me. Truer than truth. Good work!
Meaning is so easily confused. And sometimes we meet and then move away.
janet
Dear N,
Communication is a dance with sometimes shaky choreography. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Your Friday Fictioneers writings never let us readers down, and this one is no exception. I look forward to your philosophical takes on the photo prompts, as I enjoy the explorations of meaning. Great stuff.
beautiful
thanks all
Loved every word.
thank you
thank you
I can see the business; the communication; the family. I don’t like wasps, but I like this tale.
Interesting take on the picture. Nice metaphor.