Some people find their places in old memories and dreams.
Others in books or screens of images.
Others are in motion and movement, their exoskeletons shifting across surfaces of the earth.
Some find themselves ensconced in their psyches, dreams and subconsciousness.
As a child you might find your place on a tile in the kitchen or the restroom, rooms where tiles can be clean and warm in cool climes, fresh and sparkling in the heat of afternoons.
Books, stories are refuges and harbors of repository in our lives...
For people who do not read, you still have the stories and scripts in your brain.
Where do you dwell?
I have traveled the universe a few times and back. And hung out in countries I have never seen before.
Others in books or screens of images.
Others are in motion and movement, their exoskeletons shifting across surfaces of the earth.
Some find themselves ensconced in their psyches, dreams and subconsciousness.
As a child you might find your place on a tile in the kitchen or the restroom, rooms where tiles can be clean and warm in cool climes, fresh and sparkling in the heat of afternoons.
Books, stories are refuges and harbors of repository in our lives...
For people who do not read, you still have the stories and scripts in your brain.
Where do you dwell?
I have traveled the universe a few times and back. And hung out in countries I have never seen before.
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