compaignon (n.)
I have almost the verve, the pull, the stamina, the strenght, to poll my inbox…. afraid of what i will see there, afraid of anything and of nothing i might find there. Is it really such a momentous step? An unbridled epoch? A concrete casting? a pouring, an emptying, a submitting, a confirming, an undoable doing?
It is all that… and more. Much more. That is why you must open it; you must look at it, read it; you must absorb it, own it, then put it down. And you must respond to it.
In the kindest of ways. Though it may be difficult. Must not forget the experience, the history, the journey, the once-companion, when nothing was anything and everything nothing. Through those dark nights and blank days, through those fleeting seconds and timeless minutes of every day, every single day, and the next… through them all — the journey — forget not the journey, and the companion through it all.
