existentialism

Lifetime

There is a space between us and the ones we love and I want to understand why we allow that distance. Or talk about what gets in our way of crossing it.

Magic, or otherwise

I walked eight miles and didn’t see another soul. Another hundred and I’d cross the Oregon border. I got to the lake, cleared a ledge of snow off by a small stand of trees and pulled out my tent, moving fast to stake it out.