It lives in the dust.  It lives in the remnants.

They say the city that sits on the horizon at sunset is nothing but cosmic dust.  I say otherwise.  I’ve been there.  For some reason I left.  I can’t remember the reason.  I can’t remember anything about it.  I seek answer.  I have to return.  So last night, or maybe it was five days ago, I set out to find it.  I’m on the right path, one of many I think, each of them hidden and easy to fall from. Continue reading