Herodotus

Perfection is a frozen peppermint patty at the end of a long day in the snow. Laughter is the balm for lost, chafed souls. The cells of batteries now provide our inspiration, memory, experience of the world. I watch the planes land one after the other and then take off again in a silver glowing line. Where do they all go? Where are the people from? Why are they here? Whither shall they pass? Mysteries abound, so mundane they are overlooked. We are disconnected in a connected world; we are softened and hardened and magnified and reduced by everyone we touch and everyone who touches us. Will I ever cross the boundary waters and if so, which great nation will remain standing?