LONGING DISTANCE

A balancing act on the thin wire carrying photons at the speed of light

I am longing for connection. You only need two points in space to establish a line, no matter how far apart they are. I walk the line now and again but I give up halfway through, restless.

The shortest possible path is rarely the one with the best vistas. A good conversation, a good story and a good labyrinth all have one thing in common: the more you lose yourself in them, the better they are. 

I am losing myself in segue after segue, lost in the glimmer of the wrapping paper aisle. I’m grasping for the right metaphor to envelop yet another mixing of non sequiturs. 

My eyes land on a postcard of a utility pole at sunset. The sky melts upwards towards the night. The cable lines run across, nine of them, parallel, tense. Whenever I grab a metaphor, everything looks like a nail. Lines are the ideal use case: where there is a journey, a change of state, there is a point A and point B. How do you get someplace you want to be without knowing what it looks like? 

When there are no maps at hand, it’s time to draw your own. There is always a connection between you and something else. You can let discovery run its course and send you on a path. Enjoy gallivanting, jaunting, meandering on a whim, pulled by the serendipity of intuition. In a state of travel, looking at the world whizz by, you are at least getting somewhere else. 

We keep throwing thoughts back and forth at the speed of light, but it still takes an eternity for the realization to land. 

(TL;DR It’s all about connections. Nokia said it best, with unexpectedly great taste in turn of the century Spanish guitar music. I recommend you give it a listen as you step outside.)