There is the memory of the same events that happened in different places at the same time.
Not just different places, but in different states of being.
Places that you come to realize are the same places despite seeing them so differently and under different colors of gradient sky. Ways of seeing. Times of knowing. Bridges and portals across worlds, spaces, and intended moments in time.
Stitched together like a quilt, each block of an event, each collection of particular smells and colors and feelings, becomes a piece in a large mosaic. Constantly needing to grip so tightly and define, to control, to know; comes from slipping away into another of these mosaic pieces.
Don't orbit again, grasping wildly at control and lacking focus to marvel at the stars. Dissolving into walls and ceilings, becoming the centimeters of each space, knowing each minute change.
To know unfiltered inspiration is a tricky business. Walk the pathways between worlds watching your footsteps.
-Ed Tajchman
Not just different places, but in different states of being.
Places that you come to realize are the same places despite seeing them so differently and under different colors of gradient sky. Ways of seeing. Times of knowing. Bridges and portals across worlds, spaces, and intended moments in time.
Stitched together like a quilt, each block of an event, each collection of particular smells and colors and feelings, becomes a piece in a large mosaic. Constantly needing to grip so tightly and define, to control, to know; comes from slipping away into another of these mosaic pieces.
Don't orbit again, grasping wildly at control and lacking focus to marvel at the stars. Dissolving into walls and ceilings, becoming the centimeters of each space, knowing each minute change.
To know unfiltered inspiration is a tricky business. Walk the pathways between worlds watching your footsteps.
-Ed Tajchman
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