I was in love with potential, and it could only end with a broken heart. Time and logic might take you to a place beyond your wildest expectations, but the wildness of potential was always inhered by the foreknowledge of loss. No matter how beautiful the map, it can never replace the question of the white space.
Here, the cartographer said, be dragons.
“Hearts are made to be broken,” Oscar Wilde wrote, more than once.
• Gone Walkabout
• Music as Drama
• Crossroads II
• 10 Best of 2014
• January: Wyoming and the Open
• February: New Mexico and the Holes
• Coming Up
• Notes on The Accounts
• Crossroad Blues