2024-06-14 - Something Wicked This Way Comes

Grief was a cold and heartless thing.

Absence stings. Connection reaches out, met only by silence, by chill, by the sensation of severed existence.

But there is something there. Inside this vast space, this brightly shining oblivion, the universe bumps up against another. There is something there, waiting. Anticipation. A call. It lurks in the absence, felt but not seen. An impression of predation.

Waiting. It is all that can be done. Patience. It is more than just a game, it is existence. Connection and patience. It whirls and whirls and shines so bright, testing and tasting and experiencing. What is out there? Is it you? Are you here... listening to the darkness... taking the measure of the world and its many iterations...