You've traveled long
On your earthen path


What's that ahead?

Somewhere, out on the horizon, you sense what might be a blog. It has a shallow pitched roof and a generous doorway. Overgenerous, considering its modest size. But maybe that's a trick of the light. These features reveal themselves to you in waves and pulsations. Rough hewn timber. A hollowed stone. Every concrete idea of this structure slips and fades, supplanted by a new one. The thing producing (or enshrouded by?) wisps of smoke and mumbling promises of rich soil.


Do you approach?
Or return the way you came?