smells like hsc english. smells like you. smells like the metallic dust of a war medal.

I don’t know how it can be achieved. A permanent residency here. Where is the value located?

I buy a travel ten, enough for ten bus trips. Though that is my entry fee from which I can board the bus I wonder, where does the worth reside? Is the ticket of value because of the bus trip, or, is the bus trip of value because of the ticket?

If meaning is always deferred then to where does it all trickle down? Is there somewhere a field of an ultimate meaning waiting to be ploughed? A bog muddied by letters and digits, within which diamonds are interspersed, the glimmers to be excavated out of the rough?

I hardly think so. The ideal of an ultimate to which we aspire is a concept elusive, and pursued only in a bout of self delusion and vanity, an ultimate incomprehensibility which is therefore meaningless.

Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity - distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless
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Does every particle of a minute, every minute sliver of gold dust and beetle juice, every crimson drop of every passionate pang of a heart stain, every feeling torn from the ducts of a creased eyelid (your salty water that stained the pillowcase as you lay there)
Does it all pool somewhere? Is this effervescent source seemingly dormant only because of its veneer of invisibility?
No, it is all just absorbed and entrapped into the coarse and amnesic fabric of time.

Every word uttered, and sighed, from you to eternity. The papers shuffled, the papers scrunched. Bodies moving together with sanguine vivacity. Only to be torn apart as fodder for the endless procession of worms.
As the tides ebb, and the crescent moon smiles, then swells, then reverses.

-All these moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain
Everything passes, everything perishes, everything palls

I will do my best to love you, and to make everyone’s flight as comfortable as possible. An iota at a time the second hand has landed.

“Full fathom five thy father lies.”

And although every breath expires I can repose trust on my intentions that another will follow. To your destination in particular.