Towards what?

A walk before lunch. I sit on a tree stump and write a note on my phone. The screen reflects the sky as I write, partly obscuring my words.

When I name a thing it comes alive for an instant, then sinks back into itself. I move between the named and the nameless. These words really should be varying shades between black and white, appearing and disappearing on the screen. And yet they seem to be making their way towards something. Towards what?

 

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