for the 25/5

They are paths leading to everywhere and nowhere. No arrival, no departure - merely an endless labyrinth, folding and unfolding. In each you can study the stones laid carefully over the years, their speckled cracked weightiness carries an authority. There is certainty in the spatial anchorage of the present. But to study each detail and take it with you is to fill your mind with a slippery beast. Untamed and elusive, nothing is settled. And that thing you could almost grasp vanishes. But you carry it anyway, and things fall in and out, and the stones turn to sand until you can no longer see each one, you can only see the shifting tides. This is all I know. Here and now are no longer bounded.

And I am everywhere. And nowhere.