First spied by Cassini's eyes then penciled into the itinerary for later visit, your world is black and blindingly white and unfathomable. Like Janus you speak with two minds, one voice for my ears and one behind my back; in sunlight your words escape like vapor, only to recondense on the other side. The black gets blacker and the white gets whiter until no shades of the prettiest grey I have ever seen remain.
You could birth an Atlas to trace where we've been, the places we planned to see and the ones you saw without me, the airports and hotels both real and imagined, the memories made and unmade, remade. To sungenes toi deinon he th'omilia, dear Iapetus, and this dance we dance takes us round in circles, loops us round and back again until we're dizzy and hopelessly lost.
Saphos m'es oikon sos logos stellei palin, and were I not so stubborn I'd retrace your breadcrumbs back and again. But bound I am, awaiting what herculean rescue I know not. Would you believe I am not waiting for anything at all? Content instead I am I am to drift through space for all eternity.
needless to say, i thought this story was pretty neat.
ReplyDeleteOK, good, cause I had no idea who Cassini was.
ReplyDeleteit occurred to me that this one could use some cliff's notes.
ReplyDeletealso, To sungenes toi deinon he th'omilia = Kinship and companionship are terrible things, and Saphos m'es oikon sos logos stellei palin = Your speech returns me clearly home.
obviously, i got a lot of work done today.
I was getting really pissed off at this post my first time through because it served solely to make me feel stupid.
ReplyDeleteBut now I quite like it, thanks to your help. Except for the fact that it's basically a plagiarized news article :)
I'm guessing you found why you carry on with your writing. This is lovely.
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