Immediately, I began to form visuals and associate images of the past, a past that is now very late.
Perhaps a pirate’s 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, as all of it does 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.
A transient memory, or fantasy?