To seek one’s reflection requires no mirror, only a little light.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. -Edith Wharton

Who are we when we are in between: no longer here, not yet there? Roaming private places in public spaces. Who are we in these moments? Only kindreds in transit on a shared journey considered with neither hope nor despair. Simply considered.

Late thunderclouds. Autumn looms serious and grownup. But first the rollercoaster, sand underfoot. One last funnel cake - the inevitable world can wait.

Archetypes of our imagining, at large in the quotidian.

How long ought it take a nation to own its past? (August 2017)

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to balance things out. -Lou Reed

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allen Poe