The distance is nearer when seen through the mirror. The miles are deceptively small. It’s almost as if, once you’re over that cliff, that perception depends on the fall. Or maybe not that much at all.
When you’re looking eyes front, the edges are more blunt. You start to see things in advance. It’s almost but not choreography, you either land or you don’t. That’s the dance.
It’s closer, in that it might happen. The past is much further beyond. Besides, there’s enough right at hand to distract you; no need to think, yet, past this pond.
Don’t blink. If you do, it’s all over. It has to begin all again. There’s no time like the present for that though. You need to go now.
21 JULY 2026
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