on a journey (i)

Time passes, you know? The coruscating ephemera outside all blurs together after a while – leaves trails a la The Sower of the Systems, etc, irrefutable evidence of change, transition, departure. And you? You watch. You’re in the cabin – and you’re watching. Outside a lot is happening and you are not outside – you are, in fact, inside – and, inside, you are watching everything happen outside. And you say: it’s okay that everything is happening outside; light trails world shifting Sower of S. et al – because I am on a journey. 

And you inevitably do arrive: nothing lasts forever. But the destination is rarely Timbuktu – and you are (almost certainly) no René Caillié. Disappointment! The metaphorical (perhaps literal) horn has honked, last stop, everyone off, etc – and you’re just fucken exactly where you were when you started.