A journey into the atmosphere
As space collides and dragons sigh
When never to be gone comes a wrench
So old it dies
And returns again
In modern times, the call of technology seems to point towards an evolution of digital end space. More apps, more websites. and posts about nothing in particular. Like this one. Perhaps then such posts are a plea from the self to the self to engage in more practical pursuits; in homage and honor to our individual strife, our heritages, and our minds.
On the flip side of the coin, maybe I just see my physical surrounding and think to myself, "How can I make this more beautiful?"