One House, One Person

Things fade; time grows. Mechanics obey and alternatives – other possibilities – are excluded. All that is passed or lost is dreamed of. All that did or didn't happen, or can never happen now. The loss of a house, the loss of a person, though both in their own way still living. Perhaps still standing but disguised; perhaps solely existing in the mind, as was. One house, one person to which the waking and sleeping mind return, no link between them.

Picture credit: Empire of Light, Rene Magritte (source: www.renemagritte.org).

Written August 2022.