When you fade into the background long enough there’s this lovely opportunity to see any strings around you severed. They’re all severed. And you may not believe it, and you may want to tie them back on you, but just look at them float around and catch the next soul flying by. Notice how they take the same mannerisms and expectations along with relationships and motivations. Quantum copy.
It’s not like there isn’t any place out there. There’s no dispute: there are definitely strings out there to attach yourself to. It’s just I forgot why.
So here we neatly settle along the bottom of the sea. Text-dolphins and paragraph-snails swing past and by. A little barnacle we can all make of it.
When you finally cut all the strings you may just find you belong to yourself best of all.
What’s the rush? You can belong to something within a second if you want.
What if, all along, you were looking for Nowhere?