Everything gives me the idea to write about something but I can't figure out quite what, which
means I probably won't have said anything of much importance by the time this is over but, at that
it doesn't matter much, because in between words, well, that is where the meaning is. Deeper, it
lives, deeper than the surface, deeper than the names or the things. The ideas are bigger than that
inside the places we all reside. And if you look close enough, closer than that even, that is where
everything lives.
There is something.
And that is all I can say.
-Zack
"Six a.m. in the hands of the morning I am a skyline and you are the sun"
-Ominous, John Mark McMillan
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