I love to explore empty spaces where no one is.
Basements
Churches
Houses
Barns
Emptiness is coated with a thin layer of alone that swishes up around me and sucks at my shoes. It slows me down.
The further I get into a lonely place the slower I go. Doorknobs are a reverent thought: is it locked? Or can I proceed? I have to stifle a sneeze to preserve the still. I have to walk softly to prevent my clumsy footfall's ruin of pristine silence.
When at last I am surrounded by locked doors, dead ends, knick-knacks and forgotten boxes, I stop and smile.
When you have found the place that no one will go, somehow, you become Conquistador.
Cool thoughts. Usually I like exploring empty places as long as I have someone else with me. Not quite the same endeavour...
ReplyDeleteI think we've had this same conversation. Exploring is kind of a weird theme with me. Being someplace completely alone? Yep. Being someplace completely alone but you take someone else with you? Better.
ReplyDeleteThere's a place where the "creek" that runs in front of the church and hulsey goes underground. Where it comes out of the ground is a pit and it is amazing to go down in there and just sit. I would study there if I knew I could get away with it.
Still, it's better with somebody special.
That is a great spot. I went there once with somebody special. Except for the spiders, it was grand!
ReplyDeleteThat's one thing my soul cries out for-- the empty places that offer "alone". I can never find silence here, and it makes my soul weep tears of blood.
ReplyDeleteOnly half of that was hyperbole, so I guess that means it wasn't hyperbole at all?
Anyway, I love the slope created by "Basements, Churches, Houses, Barns." All of this post is really quite beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Watson.
Oh. I didn't see the slope. Cool!
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