Whatever I am out of life, I want to be somewhere else. And more than anything, I am the seeker. All that’s past is all that’s past, and in the end it ends.
And in moments we touch and really feel each other, lives begin and end.
You step out and see in so many ways, we can not go back. Beyond action, there has to be grief.
What is it? Umami. That feeling deep inside. It’s at the edge of your mind. Some native understanding. A remembering. But the more you try to see its shapes and its lines, the more it slips into the shapeless. It becomes a favorite chewtoy. You find yourself returning to it, hours later. Days. Sometimes years. Until it finally loses its flavor. But you never forget the feeling. That sudden recognition of something ancient you’d forgotten.