Moments from a Future Voyage

There are moments outside time, and those are forgotten each instant I close my eyes.

Waiting for me is the vast emptiness of Polish plains, the very heart of North European Plains. But now from my place in Lazdynai I watch the silence of a dying city. A place that spreads memories out from its brutal conception. Even the aligned flats express to me a lost tendency of living for the future.

I am perhaps living the lives of those before me, those who dreamed of the present I was given. Sheer up, soul.

Night

Running and having the last drop of the century. Arrived somewhere.

Past

Exists somewhere in my past a place that has taken possession of many of my memories. It holds me with a quiet but persistent force, as if it had a right to summon me. Again and again it calls, urging me to return, to gather my attention and thoughts and place them there entirely. I resist this invitation with difficulty, for I know - though perhaps not convincingly enough - that it is necessary for me to continue forward.

A Story

Awakening of the first light. The world is drifting along new shores, undecayed stone. Silence. Forests are rising and all battles ceased, no air to breathe and fire will soon fall upon us all.