A dry wind rustles through the weeds now spreading in the cracks in the streets and the sidewalks and at the edges of buildings. Here and there curtains drift out through open windows, as though the ghosts of the empty rooms were leaving...perhaps for good. Altogether it is a dry, empty place, not bereft of objects, buildings, furniture...but certainly bereft of life. It has the eerie emptiness of a place that was not always empty.
A lone traveler enters the town, the first sign of life in a long, long time. This place once held meaning for him, but all meaning is lost because no one visits here anymore. He writes a quick note down on a table in the place which was the public sphere of his companions...but he wonders if any will ever know that he wrote it...?
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The quiet man waits in the shadows. He watches the lone traveler with apprehension, not accustomed to human contact. He has been yearning for a conversation for so long, but is still afraid... Perhaps he will wait for more to come…
ReplyDeleteYe' the the long days grow shorter, and Sirus journeys beyond the horizon. The summer ends Autumn begins and with so to shall there be a new resurgence of thought and discussion in this place.
ReplyDeleteThe quiet man finds hope in the Rat's words. Hope is belief in something not yet seen. Let me see it, so I may declare, "Now, Lord, you may let your servant go in peace."
ReplyDeleteFrom the rays of a thoughtless summer, here I come upon a place flickering to life. I see a man, quiet, patiently awaiting for one to ask him to speak like times of old. Hope brings peace until words bring fulfillment. I echo Rat's resurgence of thought!
ReplyDeleteThe quiet man quietly, hopefully begs, "Someone speak. Let the conversations begin."
ReplyDeleteAnd thus Yoda speaks his first words in comment since almost two years ago...
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