I didn't leave that day on the train. I arrived here in a different method, after I went out into the world and built a life and then watched that life collapse upon itself, again and again, until it was a piece of paper folded down to nothing. I no longer believe in things like justice or hope or luck, or even manifestation. But I believe in highways, I believe in roads, I believe in the way the evening light of New Mexico illuminates the whole land like a road to El Dorado, shimmering gold in the last of the sun.
From my journal in March 2019
I think I conjured you here in this holy place because I was hopping around blogs last night for the first time in ages and ages and I scrolled down my blogroll and saw Vesuvius and sighed and thought, "Why, why did she stop?"
ReplyDeleteThank you Elizabeth! I love to think you conjured me with your fierce and powerful magic.
DeleteGod, when I see you have posted I rush here to slake my thirst for your words. I drank this in like water, like sustenance. Lovelovelove.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your endless kindness, Rosemarie!! Thank you for reading.
DeleteHello Brittany, we humans have this incredible power of turning wherever we land into El Dorado. To be on the road and never reach is a dream that is unavailable to many. To miles of smiles. Be safe, enjoy your journeys. Do keep writing! Readers like me await your word convolutions.
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