“Imagine the ideas you put in this trunk and forgot about, until now when a confluence of forces brings you to it once again”
“Curious where you had left the fourth star, although it was the first widdershins from the eagle, you went where you were pointed to”
“Through the fields of Purple Mushrooms, surrounded by yellow-headed weeds”
“You tread the boards, searching, searching”
“You ignore the man sitting in the early morning sun. He’s searching, searching too. it’s obvious he’s not going anywhere, and you need to move, move, move!”
“You go past the Painted Ponds, their dirty oil-canvased waters are tethered to shore by a bright blue rope”
“What’s that? you ask. No time, no time. you can feel it, close.”
“With trembling hands, you break open the lock, eager to find what you left inside. Is the star inside? What about the first time you fell to your knees and wept?”
