A life, no matter what one does with it. Something to consider. Are bad people, themselves, bad deeds? A cordyceps of society...?
All the more to watch from behind the glass.
(3/3) #emptyspaces #dollposting

They may not have been someone you knew, heard of, even conceptualized. They may have spouted hate to all who would listen; a firehose of excrement, happy to splatter all near. And they would pay for the privilege! Ah, digression.
(2/3) #emptyspaces #dollposting

It's a place that finds you, rather than you finding it. As elusive as the moon overcasted. (4/4) #emptyspaces #dollposting

The library seems to go for leagues and ages, miles and years. Some places free of dust from frequent use, but most of it reeks of petrichor and decay, glue and lantern oil, rain and moss.
A blink, and rather than 15 minutes, six times as long has passed by. (3/4) #emptyspaces #dollposting

An infinite library of memory, inaccessible, but even just looking at the spines fills you with wonder. Who was this person? Were these their thoughts? Second-hand tales? Journals, notes, tomes, scrolls... Any and everything.
(2/4) #emptyspaces #dollposting

It isn't all that bad, you think. Sunshine burns away fog, wind sweeps it away, it's never permanent.
So you stay and rest a while.

Nothing is "too much". It feels almost empty in its vastness. It touches everything, from tip to toe, wrapping you in a warm hug. You almost don't know which way is up when you don't have the sun. You're simply There. Existing.
#emptyspaces #dollposting