The world is everything that’s out there. Not in here. Not when we’ve shut the door. Not between us. Not between you and I. That’s what matters: everything between you and I. This strange country between us. This strange land between us. These words we say. These things … this rapport. This … to and fro.
But it’s more of a to than a fro. I talk more than you. I say all these things. And what am I saying? I hardly know. Even I don’t know what I’m saying. Where this is going. Is it going anywhere? There are just greater and greater … uncertainties. Just more ways of getting lost.
Work in Progress 