Thursday August 3rd, 10:52pm

1)Distance. Performing the act of creating distance, covering ground, devouring space.
2)Vacation. A balancing act of removal, which never entirely succeeds. An attempt at creating a blank palette, to be temporarily filled with illusions.
3)Parting. A falsehood and always temporary, since nothing lost, nothing gained.
4)Meeting. Another falsehood, since all you ever meet is yourself, again and again, reflected back in different manifestations.
5)Time. Never happened, never happening. Covers over all previous entries, no distance, no separating from yourself because no self, no parting or meeting because time melds them together for always.
Jumping back into the void of Canada, the vacancy of home. The place that always seemed once removed from myself, a distant relative. Looking into the void, the void becomes you.