Immediately, I began to form visuals and associate images of the past– a past that is now very late.
Perhaps a pirates’ past, sailing the open seas in search of new opportunities to plunder.
Perhaps a life spent upon the helm— does the helmsman steer the ship, or does the ship steer the helmsman?
It is very interesting to ponder upon how such a destiny unfolds— all within a momentary second.
And here now, as I strike key after key without any real effort– I can feel the yearning and power of such a moment— An identity of experience, through stored memories of a past that is hardly known.
And just as quickly as it surfaced, it’s gone.
In memory, or in fantasy?