The Precious? (hehehe)
I just found it.
On the back of a shelf, under a quarter inch of dust and neglect; there it was. I hadn’t even realized it was gone until it had been found again, but now that it’s back, I don’t believe that anything will ever be the same.
Perhaps that which fulfills you does so not from any sort of higher-purpose or design, perhaps not even from an innate sense of rhythm and symmetry, perhaps that which fulfills you does so because only it can consistently distract you from everything else.
Perhaps if I could stop and think rationally about what it was that was found on that shelf, it would lose all meaning.
- finite
Quick and vague, why not. I tried a slew of runs at a story tonight and they just kept coming up stupid. Not that this is any different really, hmm . . . maybe I just wore out my sense of taste.
Until next time.
Title? Thought of that at the last moment, a pop-culture reference verifies the place-holder status!