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  • I think the world is lonely for our company.

    I think the world is lonely for our quiet.

    I think the world is a rolling river with its quiet, and it might like us to join in with our own quiet, and I think we can't hear the request, inside our own brain noise, which is a mirror of the environment. How could it not be? We are creatures of our world. Others made it, we made it, we are still stuck inside the noise mirror. Or, on the other side, trying to break through a prism of noise.

    I think the world seeks us, as much as we seek the world.

    I think we all know the sensation, when we hike out into the lonely mountains, that we feel this: we feel that the mountains are walking. Mountains walking. They walk down to the sea, they walk down to the ocean, they walk down to the salt, they dip their peaks into the reflective water sunsets, they walk on water, they are sublime, they need no sherpas. We walk on, they return to their skies.

    But still, they might be lonely for us. Solitude itself might be lonely for us. Solitude might like our company. Solitude might be filled with prismatic shoots of noisy light, noisy money, the sound of the zombie banks, the sound of the too-bright colours, the piercing hurries.

    I think, in the dark Northeast morning today, that the world misses us.

    It brings us the perigee moon, to come close to us.

    The perigee moon, bigger, closer, moving to be more intimate.

    If the world shows us its heart, would we show our hearts back, in return?

    We have nothing to lose, but our noise.

    (Image: Self-portrait)
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