A different direction

‘In the days that followed I realised I knew even less than before. Less than nothing. I knew had to reject what had brought me there and build something new, but how do you build on nothing? That’s not right either. It wasn’t a question of having the power to reject or rebuild. It was as if the deserting force that had brought me to this non-place knew what would happen all along and was still putting my thoughts in question. It was rejecting me, rejection was its nature. But sometime later I crossed a line and took a different direction as the storm somehow drifted behind me.’

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