The Editor
Published in
1 min readApr 30, 2018
Our lives lift off,
forever liminal, fleeting.
Disconnected memories.
Trajectories of time.
Records of happenings.
A world cold to strangers.
Ghostly voices of regret.
People vanished too quickly.
Items found in flea markets.
Lost love. Old photographs.
Wedding rings. Postcards.
Forgotten destinations.
The materiality of things,
all flowing like a river.
Objects without meaning,
until mind creates stories,
and telling those stories
creates whatever we think,
whatever we imagine is.
