What happens when you enter a new morning
from a small rift in the universe?
What sounds do you hear that you’ve never really
What does the light touch? And where does it touch you?
How does the world respond? How do you respond?
Away from clocks and old habits, how do you identify
– your hunger?
– your need for rest?
How do you satisfy your restlessness in this place?
How do you motivate yourself to push through
when night slides over you like a blanket?
Choose one person whom you are very attached to.
Describe the reasons for your attachment.
Imagine folding these beautiful aspects over and over into a book.
What is the cover of the book made of?
Does the book have a lock, like a diary?
Does it open easily and lie flat taking up a whole desk?
Or is it delicate and so tiny you can you slip it in your pocket?
What are the pages made of?
Are they tissue-thin and fragile?
Are they heavy vellum sheets?
What is written/drawn on the pages?
Can anyone else read what is written there?
How do you keep it safe? What magic spells do you use?
Incantations? Rituals? Is it hidden or on display?
Where do you keep the book? How do you leave it
and go about your day without worrying about its destruction?
What does your vigilance cost you?
When you die what will happen to the book?
What of the book’s content will be lost in part, in its entirety?
Where will all the emotions go? The fond attachments?
The fears? Will this be a part of your own legacy?
If so, who will it serve and how?