a delay
a gap
alone.
missing something.
span of time
receding.
pause before departure.
an ending before
arrival.
duration of journey
the trap of fuselage
an enclosure.
a glorified bus with wings and lots of surveillance.
spelling escape,
but where to?
an eternal wait.
for years i’ve asked myself this question:
do we ever arrive?
what is arrival?
(right after I asked that, the movie came out, so… that’s an answer, but not the answer).
arrival, dependent upon departure, upon abandonment, upon the limits of space-time, forcing us to be in one place and not omnipresent.
arrival, an instant recipe for longing
longing satisfied with its ending, i’m here now!
and also longing stimulated by arriving itself: i’m not there anymore.
(or vice versa)
patiently waiting to board (bored),
mentally exercising,
anticipating,
reminiscing,
calling together all the faces and places,
holograms, gateside with you.
there and not there
at once.
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and people disappearing,
omnipresent in their absence,
still there, while not there,
palpable in absentia,
more present than ever.
it’s a heavy time.
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Thank you for being here, and being there for your people, and all the people who need us right now, in whatever ways that makes sense in your world. Even if it feels like nothing is changing in the right ways, every act matters.
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See you again on Tuesday July 22, 2025, at 6:30 am, for a brighter bound.