The musings of an aspiring carver of space

The world is soft as lace ‡

Gossamer-thin: all is clear, through force. Determination, drive reveal much; mould it, shape it to one's will. Complexity, unearthly beauty, collapse around a firm hand. And we all see this. That which we are, it revels in these answers, even as the fabric tears.

We reward, with attention. The world; it rewards investigation. The intricacies of pattern, they come alive before us, and against our lips; but only in time. And you will tire of it, at first. But try to remember; and return.

‡ : Inspired by I Don't Love Anyone, by Belle and Sebastian