Call me Robert Lochaven.
The past is nowhere to be found and the future is now, proving once and for all that time is truly irrelevant. Not unlike a tightrope that we must balance ourselves upon, but with an immense amount of slack.
Some time ago, never mind how long precisely, I thought I would travel through time, like a ship upon the watery parts of the world. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp, drizzly December in my soul, I account it high time to take to the fluid currents of time.
Some time ago, never mind how long precisely, I thought I would travel through time, like a ship upon the watery parts of the world. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp, drizzly December in my soul, I account it high time to take to the fluid currents of time.
I have now found solid purchase upon high ground, no longer giving chase to distant sunsets.
I have now found my home and appreciate the shelter from the raging storms of the salt water seas where the world's raging rivers converge.
Day three-hundred and sixty-two complete.
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