The short answer to that I suppose is you reader, whoever you are? a future self perhaps, quite inevitable actually, (note to future self: "Stop reading this and go do something new!). Aside from my quantum doubles, Who are you and why are you reading this? How did you come to read this, how much will you read?
Writing worries me, It's not much different from talking to oneself, there is no one else here in this moment, I am alone, yet I am having a conversation with you, more like an abstract hopefully anticipated, figment of my wishful imagination. I think I type, I see the words appear as they are built letter by letter,.. and not being a writer I stray from words to images, you would not know if I didn't confess that I just spent an hour, didn't finish this sentence and I was off again sending an email, I spent an hour working on images
There has been, unaware to you a span of two weeks, a gap, I abandoned theses pages, not intentionally, my attention was just taken elsewhere, I don't know why I returned or how long I will stay, but the time I count is not the time you will need to take in these words. to consider them, accept or reject them, or flow with them and arrive where they lead, which is at this point unknown to both of us, I wish I could let you lead for a while, or choose the next direction to turn, could you somehow just point me in some direction, a happy ending, a tragedy, perhaps you see distant on the horizon an epiphany, if you do break here to pursue it, and send word upon your arrival, that I might join you. I will depart here, and await your word.
