Tonight the stars were clear above our fire on the lake.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Reconnecting with other lives. All around the world lives continue on without me. Lives that I once knew and think about every day, ones that I've forgotten, that I haven't yet met, that I never will. I think some of them are my own. But here in Madison are a few. People that I once knew everyday. Familiar laughs and smiles and concerns. Patterns of thinking, patterns of living, patterns of patterns, patterns of new. What makes a life different from another? What happens as it spins away, unmonitored by its past, unknowing of its future? Does it exist without a point of reference?