Saturday, September 24, 2011

land of the lost

land of the lost
copyright 2011 artemis sere
[xenomorophous reflections]

What is it about me that connects to the transient--to the people that are between phases in their lives or have seemingly lost their way on the road? I don't seek out these types of people, but they seem to find me, friend me, connect with me, force me to care about them, make their drama part of my life, to the point where the styles and patterns of their transience become my existence. I become like them, spiritually nomadic like them. Disconnected, yet in the same dizzying orbit as them.

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