There are places that can only be found by invitation-Steven Erikson
The gradual realization of texture and position. The ancient desire to return. Nothing will change in an hour. In the next scripted seconds, the world might implode.
From where I sit, I see the lines not spreading infinitely outward, but as a barrier of wood and steel and stone and beyond it an abyss of cliff and the perpetual slither of the sea
But I will remember the fading, the way the light rose and fell in a silent swing. Can I remember any of what I saw? Such sights rearrange themselves.
I built on the sand
And it tumbled down,
I built on a rock
And it tumbled down.
Now when I build, I shall begin
With the smoke from the chimney
-Leopold Staff
